Depuis que j'suis p'tit Je n'ai rien compris Même si mes yeux me piquent, je vois Je les ferme et prie Et demande si il lui pique des fois Même si les dieux n'existent pas J'les ai confondus avec leurs semblables Au costard-cravate, ces marchands de sable Qui promettent la lune Sans connaître la terre Qui s'appellent adultes Mais si terre à terre Je souris Je sourirai J'ai souris Ils ont cru que je riais Mais c'est même pas vrai Madame l'a dit, elle, "il faut être poli" Vas-y, dis cheese Allez, dis cheese Pour le cliché Un peu pour se cacher Mais sans humour noir Ou mauvais jeux de mots J'vais mourir de rire moi Mais sans sourire jaune Juste quand j'ai mal alors Pour que ça passe, d'accord Mais rien que pour ça, que cette fois pour célébrer les morts Je souris Je sourirai J'ai souris Je sourirai Je souris Je sourirai J'ai souris Je sourirai Je souris Je sourirai J'ai souris Je sourirai

Yeah Gone, yeah, nothing ever seems to last that long Sustain, I'm trying to stay out of my own damn way Gone, yeah, nothing ever seems to last that long So stay, I'm trying to stay out of my own damn way Stay close to the cheese Stay close to all your memories Don't worry 'bout me Yeah, this is where I wanna be Gone, oh, haven't you heard all the buildings came down? Oh, haven't you heard everyone's leaving town? Oh, haven't you seen what I never wanted to? Stay close to the cheese (stay close to the cheese) Stay close to all your memories Don't worry 'bout me (don't worry 'bout me) Yeah, this is where I wanna be Ah, stay close to the cheese (stay close to the cheese) Stay close to all your memories Don't worry 'bout me (don't worry 'bout me) 'Cause this is where I wanna be, oh

Yeah Oh, yeah Everything, everything, everything gon' be alright, God Oh, yeah (Coke Boy, baby) Haan, yeah Graduated, but I'm aggravated From the half that made it, we was drinkin', faded Me and life and death is half-related (Half-related) Masturbatin' on a scale for a Hundred million, askin' God how we made it Watchin' John David Robinson, now my dawg robbin' son, half a David Freedom got confiscated We mob-related John Gotti, RICO, life like a free throw Yeah, school of gladiators Makin' Salaat on a fox rug, black gloves, hot slugs For these cold women Militant like the Middle East Go from ménages, six-nines to 6iine conspiracies Triple threat, trinity Triangle office, label execs get all the profit They hit your brain, mop it clean What type of fiends? Put the needle in your ass, keep they table green Multi-millionaire, strapped like O-Dog Can't teach new tricks to old dogs I told mama pray for me, baby, wave it for me Got a cage waitin' for me, that hate came for me Millions, I made from it, them chains waitin' for me The change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan New year, half a mil', my face on the bill (Bill), hit Cabo, chill Desperado with an AR like guitar ('Tar), Montana John Stockton (Stockton) If there's a movie out, play the Al Pacino part (Ah) Mama raise a star, and you been a mark Not even Cuban, smokin' Cuban cigars in Cuba (Hey) Lost Chinx, lost Max, lost Penthouse Drinkin', smokin', feel empty in this penthouse (Ah) Mansion's like a campus Ranches like rainbow smoke Forty-one shots like Diego Shout to Abel, I turn the weekends to the weekdays PJs to the PJs, the week like four nights and three days (Four nights) Yes, I Big like the kid from Bed-Stuy, just stop Stylist, I be dressin', the bitches, don't be stressin' Money with the best of them, C.R.E.A.M. like Meth and them I made it even in the game of odd Everybody kickin' game, tell the bitch the truth, she think you God Tell mama to pray for me, feds got a name for me, cell waitin' for me Mils I made from it, them chains waitin' for me Change I made from it, Montana ain't a dummy, haan La música de Harry Fraud It's nothing to take me higher

Do you ever think about leaving? Do you ever think about me and you? Running to the country where we got nothing to prove Where we can grow old with new friends Lay low on the weekends Running to the country where we got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm tired of the busy nights Fed up with the city lights No, I don't wanna spend my life in this place I just wanna run away to Montana Livin' at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I wanna see the sky from a dirt road I wanna feel the air cut through my coat 700 acres, so many new ways to see you And all the seeds of love that we sow I can see 'em grow as we grow I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya (In Montana) Getting tired of the busy nights Getting tired of the city lights Yeah, I know I can't spend the rest of my life here I just wanna run away to Montana Living at a slower pace with you There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana I could wipe your tears away if you're crying 'Cause even cowgirls get the blues There's nothing else that I would need if I had ya In Montana Ooh In Montana Ooh (In Montana)