| I pick up the ou-s, I say adios to you
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| I hurt but how can I say it? |
| I hurt but how can I say it?
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| I pick up the ou-s, I say adios to you
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| I hurt but how can I say it? |
| I hurt but how can I say it?
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| The truth hurts, like the cartridges of the pe-pom, on the verge of freaking out
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| Grown up in an HLM, between cockroaches and hatred, mom fights for her sons at
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| have back pain
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| I'm running after money and time, the heart is broken like my complexion
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| Shopping on Avenue Montaigne, it's in our buildings that quail
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| I have brothers who believe in me, others who pretend but hey, me,
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| I see them
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| On my back a lot of weight, avoid hitting bottom and when there's
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| confuse, we fire
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| We know how to settle disputes, my pair of sharks, a jogger
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| It's the melody of the bon-char, the happiness of mine and that's all, I isolate myself,
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| my phone, I turn off
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| No one who ge-chan in front of a female dog, here it is with us, there is no cinema
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| Six o'clock, they come to search, we don't pretend,
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| we are too whole
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| At your house, I came back, I steal everything, I'm gloved and if you're there,
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| you will end up tied up
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| Ciroc is frozen, my eyes are blood colors under the glasses, glock under the
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| jacket
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| I lie like in poker, I have more time to waste on these losers
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| You're stupid, stop making mistakes in your comps, grown up in bad sides
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| from Paris, where do we start?
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| Of the geush, the grounds, the sidewalks, the your-pu, cook the re-pu,
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| like the daron: often rré-bou
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| Thanks to you I will go all the way and this life is just a fight
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| Filled with low blows, filled with your-trai, I zoned out so much I don't know anymore
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| how to get back
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| I zoned out so much, I don't know how to get in anymore, what you're telling me,
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| I don't care
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| You're the first to die in the series, basic, I would have done anything for
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| them
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| Basically, I would have done anything for them but their insides are rotten,
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| with your band of cowards, well yes
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| I write, I smoke, I drink and I wonder how much does happiness cost?
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| Who wants my skin, who wants my bread? |
| We're here to pick it all up
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| I write, I smoke, I drink and I wonder how much does happiness cost?
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| Who wants my skin, who wants my bread? |
| We're here to pick it all up, oh
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| I pick up the ou-s, I say adios to you
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| I hurt but how can I say it? |
| I hurt but how can I say it?
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| I pick up the ou-s, I say adios to you
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| I hurt but how can I say it? |
| I hurt but how can I say it?
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| All my life at the bon-char, the cops are looking for us
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| I'm locked in the hideout, armored with my-ar and the dope
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| All my life at the bon-char, the cops are looking for us
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| I'm locked in the hideout, armored with my-ar and the dope
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| I pick up the ou-s, I say adios to you
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| I hurt but how can I say it? |
| I hurt but how can I say it?
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| I pick up the ou-s, I say adios to you
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| I hurt but how can I say it? |
| I hurt but how can I say it?
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| All my life at the bon-char, the cops are looking for us
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| I'm locked in the hideout, armored with my-ar and the dope
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| All my life at the bon-char, the cops are looking for us
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| I'm locked in the hideout, armored with my-ar and the dope |