re not handing out Last straw no fuse broken law There's no joking cause it's all on the news now Every channel talking on the piano Couldn't figure out
the city goes Huck, down the beckonin' streets of op-po-tunity whistling his favorite river-song... And a bad-blind nigger at the piano Buts a sinister
'ici tout va bien. Les grosses bastos negro, le crack, l'heroine, plus rien m'etonne jusqu'ici tout va bien. Wesh Omar, fini les cauchemars, je vis dans la bulle, dans ma bulle
refrain d'Amerique Une melodie qui invite a la danse Et qui balance Meme a l'autre bout de la planete Tes harmonies me font tourner la tete Ton piano
niggas, trick niggas throw my radio in a ditch, nigga, cause all i hear is bitch niggas Fake ass R&B thugs in hot as sweaters, wit bull shit messages
thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause
wind and cages of tin that bounce all around Surround sound Devouring the scene Subliminal gangrene paintings Overall the same things Sing songs, karaoke, copy, bulls
Qui petille a mon oreille Tout comme les bulles d'un verre de Mozart-Soda Au Jean-Sebastien Snack On le rencontre quelques fois Il dine d'un piano chips
: He always gets so mad things you laugh at. "Don't get so worked up" you'd say. But on the back deck you admit that you haven't felt much like laughing