Je n'ai pas de chance... Non... Je n'ai pas de chance... Non... J'fais du sale mais j'ai plus la rage Il y'a ton ADN d'enfant d'putain, sous mes Huarache Mélange de hyène et de Souleymane Je ne serai pas à la cathédrale j'suis toujours sous les balles Tu cherches ta salope elle est sous mes hanches Avec ta maternelle j'ai toutes mes chances Tu tombes pour multiples incohérences Sale type je n'ai que très peu de tolérance Très loin d'nos sous, vu ce que l'on dépense Ça vient de partout, dans tous les sens Dans mon équipe personne ne joue en défense J'suis busy si tu veux une guerre va falloir qu'tu la déclenches Toi arbre très solide mais toi pas de branches J'travaille dur pour me remplir la panse, je n'ai pas de chance Donc je la provoque, appelle-moi Kopp Mayweather, le plus grand de tous les temps Tu veux une leçon de rap je vais t'en donner une forte Billets violets ouvrent 1001 portes Le trafic vient d'Afrique en 1001 sortes Bugatti vaut mieux que 1001 Porsches J'fais de l'argent et du sport T'es en gars d'avant, t'es en El Matador Frérot je n'peux pas t'aider si tu dors Faucon Millénium fuck une Aventador Langues de putain veulent me lécher le corps Bateau Pirate vient de quitter le port Bruit et l'odeur #JacquesChirac Double moteur: Jack, pirates Vitesse lumière au compteur J'ai petit selfie de la chatte à ta sœur J'ai sombre selfie de ta grand mère aussi Ne deviens pas mafieux qui mange cannellonis Izi Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets Billets violets

She don't want no roses My baby wants violets Said her heart is blue and mine is too Her heart is blue and mine is too That's how we like it You got demons I can tell You remind me of myself You sure make it feel like heaven For a match that made in hell I don't usually get this far Always end things 'fore they start But you know every move I'm making Cause you're playing the same cards You feel your best when you're sad You look your best in all black (goddamn) Yeah, you a different type bad She don't want no roses My baby wants violets She said her heart is blue and mine is too That's how I like it Beautifully broken We don't got to hide it She said her heart is blue and mine is too Her heart is blue and mine is too That's how we like it That's how we like it, violets You don't need me to love you and I don't need you to miss me I'm not trying to save you, and you're not dying to fix me You feel your best when you're sad You look your best in all black (goddamn) You a different type bad She don't want no roses My baby wants violets She said her heart is blue and mine is too That's how I like it Beautifully broken We don't got to hide it She said her heart is blue and mine is too Her heart is blue and mine is too That's how we like it

India India You're my love song India you're my love song In the flowers You can have me in the flowers We will dance alone And live our useless lives India stupid on the carpet floor India stupid on the carpet floor We dance upon the carpet floor And reel around India India India India India I'm American ha ha ha India Caroline is really great She serves the muck Upon a tray And little rich boy don't you cry You kiss me in the anodyne See the ceiling raining spit The beach is backwards isn't it India don't you cry India see the ceiling raining tears You will cry a thousand tears All the women form a line Put your face upon a line This is for the discotheque This is stupid I object And I love you and I love you And please me please me please me Please me please me please me Please me please meplease me India India India India