CAPA/TRACKLIST
Letra : Toi-même tu sais- English
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Hum, hum
And I go around in circles, new sound, I put it all the way
I'm in a dark black car, I have it crashed under the bridges
Pleins de 'blèmes à la maison, faut que je revienne à la raison
Pleins d'pochons dans le blouson, les gens changent toutes les saisons
You drink alcohol, you smoke weed, you have yellow teeth like Homer
You feel sorry for yourself, don't forget that I was offered nothing
What you do, it can't be done, on grandpa, it disgusts me
And it's not like I wasn't expecting it, I know that there are only son's of a bi*ch
I learnеd that there are traitors in thе team, I don't care, I'm going my way
Me, son of Gold and Platinum, yeah, f**k the fakes who doubt
It listens to me as far as Lyon, on coal, even on the plane
She always finds me cute, she calls me "my little butterfly"
I've seen all kinds of colors, I could write a book about everything I've seen
I djob hard, I have pain, if you saw what I smoke, what I drink
She loves you more, my bro, she wants more of you, she answers more, she comes out at night (eh, eh)
I live, I speak ghetto (oh), in life, you never know but you must not threaten the fafa or it comes out of the metals
You know yourself , buddy, that I know it, life: a b*t*h, he can do nothing for you the vet '
The motto, you know, yeah, we just coal, we don't look in retro '
Since I've been hurt, yeah, it's not the same for me
Hum, hum
And I go around in circles, new sound, I put it all the way
I'm in a dark black car, I have it crashed under the bridges
Pleins de 'blèmes à la maison, faut que je revienne à la raison
Pleins d'pochons dans le blouson, les gens changent toutes les saisons
You drink alcohol, you smoke weed, you have yellow teeth like Homer
You feel sorry for yourself, don't forget that I was offered nothing
What you do, it can't be done, on grandpa, it disgusts me
And it's not like I wasn't expecting it, I know that there are only son's of a bi*ch
I learnеd that there are traitors in thе team, I don't care, I'm going my way
Me, son of Gold and Platinum, yeah, f**k the fakes who doubt
It listens to me as far as Lyon, on coal, even on the plane
She always finds me cute, she calls me "my little butterfly"
I've seen all kinds of colors, I could write a book about everything I've seen
I djob hard, I have pain, if you saw what I smoke, what I drink
She loves you more, my bro, she wants more of you, she answers more, she comes out at night (eh, eh)
I live, I speak ghetto (oh), in life, you never know but you must not threaten the fafa or it comes out of the metals
You know yourself , buddy, that I know it, life: a b*t*h, he can do nothing for you the vet '
The motto, you know, yeah, we just coal, we don't look in retro '
Since I've been hurt, yeah, it's not the same for me
