| Still ridin' in the metro
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| Listenin' to some KenLo
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| Funkiness I do bring
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| Smells like cigarettes and poutine
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| Yeah I’m still ridin' in the metro
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| Listenin' to some Kenlo
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| Funkiness I do bring
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| Smells like cigarettes and poutine
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| I’m still ridin' ridin' and ridin' around
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| But don’t kill my vibe
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| We just chill
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| Yeah just chill
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| I’m still ridin' ridin' and ridin' around
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| But don’t kill my vibe
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| We just chill
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| Funkiness I do bring
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| Smells like cigarettes and poutine
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| I’m still…
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| Fighting with my mom, I don’t smoke
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| But she said that she can smell it on my clothes
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| The city scent embedded in my bones
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| PiuPiu funk stink, everywhere I go
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| When I roll to a function
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| Best believe that they rollin' up some spliffs
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| Am I puffin'? |
| Hell no !
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| But I’ll come with, when y’all dumb lit and done
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| Get the munchies, hit the Belle Pro
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| Cough through the cigarette smoke
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| Get your order now we back on St-Lau
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| Oh hel-lo
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| Her friend slurred «Leave her alone cause you smell like the cheapest cologne
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| From the Pharmaprix»
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| Excuse you girl, pardon she
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| Made a mistake like the condom’s weak
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| I was talkin' to the broad across the street
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| So take your drunk ass home and go vomit please
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| We…
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| Still ridin' in the metro
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| Listenin' to some Kenlo
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| Funkiness I do bring
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| Smells like cigarettes and poutine
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| Yeah I’m still ridin' in the metro
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| Listenin' to some Kenlo
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| Funkiness I do bring
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| Smells like cigarettes and poutine
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| I’m still…
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| I’m just
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| Falling through how I’m supposed to do
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| And thus
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| Staying true to how the culture moves
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| This for when you got the Opus Blues
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| Stressed out like an ulcer do
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| Life is like a roller coaster do, you
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| Understand young man lemme coach you moves
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| And um
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| Ain’t no need to thank me
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| As long as the dank green
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| Like the bank be
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| Might find me smokin' up and rollin' up at Banquise
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| If you knew me
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| You know I roll them doobies
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| And I blaze well might find me a Rachel
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| Those are boobies with my poutine
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| Still ridin' in the metro
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| Listenin' to some Kenlo
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| Funkiness I do bring
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| Smells like cigarettes and poutine |