[Intro]
C'mon, c'mon another song that will lead nowhere
Smoke it, roll a good stick and laugh
Don't abuse, darling
I accumulate a lot of trickery, of noise in my fuselage
I have news in my pants ...
[Couplet 1]
Another morning not so bad as a zigzag in the corridor
Another cigarette morning, mechanically I laugh of it
We're going to ask if you're okay and this without even knowing each other
I make poet's songs, oh well it's in the background of chat
Alright, It's now honest, you will be able to say that no
No desire to be backed by the son of Kant
I assure you that I got blood of a philosopher
Educating the microphone in kimono
Vagina in the brain
I collect Microsoft viruses
Another fake fit in the infighting of the RER
History degenerates and it becomes derisory that everything remains ephemeral
Once again I will have to not give a fuck
In the evening, re-speak about pussies, to scratch my ass and then to not give a fuck again
Another advice that will finish in my toilet
And a Don Per that annihilates me effortlessly
That weakening my brain
Yeah it's aspirin when it's flabby
And Andemol activists come to polish me in the lodges
And activate the wiper
Another sucker with tits paid to smile like a dumb
To woo the audience, snatch sighs from the fireflies
And I prefer to die as soon as to worry about your images
Even to rot myself with pinot and become polygamy submissive
Another Israeli sexagenarian propaganda
Who wash their pans by hand to shine the dishes
This faggot draws my reserve, it exhausts me
It seems that amnesia likes me
(But I don't remember who told me that)
Yet to gossip, I did the same things yesterday
The same stubborn air in front of these 13 big bills
These same buttocks toned on pornified internet
I invent words and for my mother:
(I got the average in high school)
Another guy who drinks very close to Pigalle
Getting drunk for his Festina
That he will estimate in several summer periods
Asses lose themselves in debates, all endless
A lot of intestinal rage
Puke on a passing insect
No need to isolate oneself from brothers
To chisel your veins
And to remain prisoner of buttocks
I polish severe pretentious women and I need to laugh my verses
To feel free
Free to be a consumer guided by my cock
C'mon, c'mon another song that will lead nowhere
Still this feeling of living to give my ass hole
I admit without a station worthy of this name, I'm listening Vald
And when I dream of Tory Lane, I stab her with knives
And you're going to enjoy, fucking big slut
To see the same things every day I become dumb
But as long as it occupies me, I pocket big plump cocus asses
The shells that we smoke bossus hunchback and the sales of Hocus Pocus
Another focus in the underpant of V
While you watch Master Chef, still a hammered down trick
Another bitch hounds me and it's
Breaking my cock, bastards
You want magma, come, the slogan is: Val' break noses
I fuck your piles of dedicasses
Unsheathe the weed, I eradicate it
In front of the saga of Freddy
The brain in chaos, I write
While a small faggot full of hate, kind of sincere illiterate
Believes to embarrass the society when he crushes the cops
I have wacky posts
I untie piles of hairy pussies
Coming from elsewhere there is Absolut
I don't blame myself in the absolute!
But I'm really upset, c'mon
To hear these 15 chattering sluts
Then, without the knowledge of the mass
I fuck you on this sick instrumental
Another leaf that falls and another that rolls
If you're afraid son, say to yourself that I have wires touching me
Because rap makes what I say cool
Even if sometimes I go mad, I remain true and I got the worst speeches
[Intro]
C'mon, c'mon another song that will lead nowhere
Smoke it, roll a good stick and laugh
Don't abuse, darling
I accumulate a lot of trickery, of noise in my fuselage
I have news in my pants ...
Sullyvan
Another morning when I wake up in a lonely mother to whom I shouldn't have lulled the nerves