Send me some dreams ... Sandman ...
Balance another joint, balance another fucking nugget
The police like to bludgeon the proletarians, feel the invincibility
It is not to attack the homos who will bring you your virility
Ho no, Friend is going to feel boobs, relax
You're getting real boobs under projo
I'm neither a robot nor a hologram, stop your photos
We know the shittyness , go, enter my group
The flag flames, we have time in advance
Even independently
Import me this magic dream, is it the zik that cradles me?
Stay addict please, I'm sorry shit stats
Hey, static if I create verses
Magics who take you by surprise
Never taken Cocaine, I'm safe from the problems of bourgeois
Forget your pain, the smell of crack on the stove
I mess up the game with Alpha Wann, we are almost brothers
I do not want to give in to their hateful blackmail
We believe in vows, I watch the time
Who makes people so sad when we kiss our grandparents
"Hey, Nekfeu, we're counting on you, do it right!", Shame on you
You talk badly about me but after that deny, huh
But there's nothing, I'm standing, I'm doing my little merry way
Kilos of gold I want but I will not be the dog of the crew, nope!
I balance the pull ups when I'm cheating on the verse
And it goes into improvisation while avoiding chicken trunks
Houp houp Nike the police, pretty girl
Jump on my underwear like on Guizmo's dick
I put one to the real ones, those who did not have the dream
Like Mouss in the prisons, the thing oppresses me
I can not hear a whisper
Here, life is like an English class, there are too many fake friends
And it's irregular, too many things irrefutable
Must be wise to return
Living here is like school, I'm not for life
Illicit and big kooking, ready to fuck you for the artist
Like, spend the dollars fast fashion, extreme capitalist
Traffic at the Solidarity tax office, in short, finished assholes
It's for all my shy zonards, must get the dream
I write the story but then you have to hold the title
Fly away in the clouds
MC greasy mat ', go back to the pen
Roll the green, move your head
Find the dream, who's the man?
Roll the green, move your head
Find the dream, who's the man?
Roll the green, move your head
Find the dream, who's the man?
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go, nigga
Chiguidi-tcheck yo, Alpha Wayne, yo!
Despite the left-right, the crazy laws of the Gauls
Against black skins, Alph O Wann grants himself the right
To deploy the third finger in this nightmare
I nod, I talk rhyme late at night with my walkman
Mister Sandman, aim at me and spin me a dream
What is this story, rhyme says "write me a 16"
So every night I work to capture Morpheus
I tip Hip-Hop and loose fresh flows
But I like the 16, you understood, I keep on condition
May it be cool your cons', bring your bestah
She licks the horn, fucks the competition
It's Nek and Alphonse, smoke zeb the skunk
Time is money so I wrap my watch
She's struggling to count then let me pawn
Worms intoxicate me, my lyrics fill up
I only want to live my dreams in the city
Eccentric and almost without bitch, I can finish in basement
Here it is stressful and strange but I rest assured
Roll the green, move your head
Find the dream, who's the man?
Roll the green, move your head
Find the dream, who's the man?
Roll the green, move your head
Find the dream, who's the man?
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go, babtou
Take your dreams to the sky like a street kid
Defeat too crazy on funds not very hard
But it's our daily life, it's unstable and wonderful
He does not wait for old checks
It's a galaxy that is shrinking, man
S-Crew, Entourage, Alpha Wann, Abu, what do we say?
That's it, man, catch your dreams
Basement Beatzz