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She wanted to fly like a bird
So she bought an airplane ticket
He wanted to place the sky and ocean in his hands
So he bought a big globe
Everyone places a price tag on their dreams
But no matter how much toi spend, the shopping chariot, panier of your cœur, coeur keeps growing
People buy things even as they loan money
But is it too wasteful to live as toi dream?
You’re looking for an answer, where your pocket is
Baby, toi don’t even know what the problem is
Your bucket liste is your shopping list
But the life toi miss
You take proof photos but toi make no memories
You can endure hunger but not pain
Your stomach is like...
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Your cold eyes and words are the spoiler
In your every action, I see our end
I tell myself it’s not true but I feel the spoiler
Should I watch till the end? ou should I leave now?
What if there’s a twist?

What are toi thinking? Only after I ask twice, toi look at me
Once again, toi give me an answer that’s not really an answer
Maybe it’s gonna rain tomorrow
You look out the window again
These days, I see a lot of your side profile
You let out a sigh and I freeze up in the overflowing silence
Thinking bad things that I shouldn’t be thinking
I know
My intuitions are dangerous
If I take one step,...
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The risky tango between unhappiness and happiness
My life is poetry
I just breathe and it’s Rimbaud
Even suffering can be a journey when toi enjoy it
Spent a season in hell but I only got a tan
I’m good
I smile for my dear mama
I look exactly like my dad
So if I cry, I’m afraid I would see him crying
And I smile for my dad
So no one will ever be hurt over my tears again
Who cares if I can’t fly like before?
I survived it
I was lifted up then came down
What built up wasn’t stress but mileage
The world said, “The show’s over”
With cold smiles and sneers
Everyone pretending they can’t hear me...
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Tablo)
I’m a born hater
Dali van Picasso
I’m Velazquez, Millet, el fuckin Greco,
It’s my echo, the feel of a VJ, shit
You’re all cheap versions of Blo, my imitators and pupils, shit
This is how my personality always is
Even if there’s no problem, fuck em
So I understand why toi attack me
They say to me, be a man, why toi act like a bitch
Want me to take off my pants and let it all out?
TaJinYo, you’re cute, I’m trying to l’amour ya
It doesn’t go with my paradoxical life
My collapsed fortune tries to draw infinity
Your useless complexes, no matter how much toi try to go against me, it’s your...
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Who a dit l’amour is sweet?
We fight every day
Every second, minute, every damn hour
Even when toi win, toi lose in this game
Don’t wanna play
I avoid your eyes but I’m good at sensing your mood
If I put my head down in surrender first, toi ridicule me
“Do toi even know what toi did wrong?”
I’m used to it now
Everything but your faults is a crime
I protect my lonely innocence with plus of my sins
I do it plus when toi tell me not to
I understand twice when toi misunderstand at once

Oh no. Not again.
We can’t to go sleep like this
Oh no. Not again.
Winning means losing so let’s go till the end

We’re...
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What’s the use of telling you?
I won’t beg for being comforted
I hate selling my emotions
I’m stingy with happiness
Words I hate plus than “you pay” is “have strength”
Alcohol, people, everything
I get drunk easily and have messy endings
I get mad easily and ruin the fun
Even when it seems like I’m so happy

I end things as if I hate it so much, I could kill
I’m still perfectly breathing after the break up anyway
So don’t do the thing that kills and buries the heart
Don’t ask me if I’m alright
What I want is the indifference that resembles me
The whole world is jouer la comédie so damn dramatic...
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Turn me in
Cocaine in your ears
Just like Blo
Your nose will tingle, you’ll be moved, your brain
Cobaine, explosion
Another legend, baby
When I give birth to a song, caring daddy
Like Lennon, Kennedy, Coltrane’s parents
I X-in l’amour you
Say no, no, no to drugs
Put your earphones in instead of needles
Even célébrités line up for my music, like propofol

My rap’ll jump above your heads for the suivant 10 years, it’ll get louder
Floor noise
I déplacer across generations
My name was found plus on medical charts than musique charts
A killer rhythm that danced with b-boys who were hotter than the Billboard Hot 100...
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