Lyrics:
(Intro ) G7+ Bm C D G7+ Bm C Sedentário sim ,nunca alienado D Mas
les pétards aux pétales et un peu la boisson. Marguerite c'est mes coups d'jus, c'est mes coups d'foudre, C'est mes coups de blues, c'est pas
I'd like to see you In two pieces You won't be walking Barely breathing I'd like to see you At my door We're together Like before I could
S'rais-tu d'la bonne? Mets-en, man, c'est d'la Bonzaïon C'est comme un coup de tomahawk de Mohawk sur le golliwok Est-tu si bonne? Mets-en, man,
d d D r a c o Uh ok ok Peace and love D d d D r a c o 223 su una hoe Il 223 non ce l'ho 69 su una hoe 69 non lo sono 90 la mia glock 90 su una hoe 22
Gettin' to this bag and I ain't even 17 Hit you with W-Y-D but I-D-C 'bout where you be When I say I-D-C I ain't tryin' to be mean though Fuck you, I
And they'd rather see me D.I.E. than me standing up in VIP Cause I'm still the same nigga from the trenches Getting more money, fucking more bitches
C9 | D/C | D/C | G/B | C9 | D/C | C/D | C/D || G9 C/G G9 C/G
a e (notes over e go be c# d e) A d I was playing with words no-one could understand a thing E They'd never get the drift of it A d Waste my time
EGAC I EGAC I EGAC D D D C C C C Part II (Doxology) D G A D Awake my soul,
F.D.C Groove sourd et vestes de velours Asphalte et prostituées calibrées F.D.C Putes panthères noires tatouées Proxo blancs dealers assassinés
'est d'être fan C'est d'être fan Si j'existe Ma vie, c'est d'être fan C'est d'être fan Sans répit, jour et nuit Mais qui peut dire, je t'aime donc je suis
'est d'être fan C'est d'être fan Si j'existe Ma vie, c'est d'être fan C'est d'être fan Sans répit, jour et nuit Mais qui peut dire, je t'aime donc je suis
I'd rather be a dreamer and a searcher of the soul And spend my time on making rhymes than letting myself grow old I'd rather see my lifetime
Mimimimimimimi Minnesota, Minnesota, Minnesota Who could imagine... Who could imagine That they would freak out in Washington, D.C. D.C. D.C. D.C. D.C
imagine... Who could imagine That they would freak out in Washington, D.C. D.C. D.C. D.C. D.C. D.C. It can't happen here Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
It's a land where everyone is free It's a land of opportunity It's a land of day and night It's a land of black and white D.i.s.c.o America -
Cuz that is that is where the action is I'm reaching places in my mind I thought I'd never see. Complications brought on by the C O V I D Could it be
Doors are suicide Dollar signs dollars dollar signs If you can read my mind dollar signs If you can read my mind all you'd see is dollar signs Dollar
There's things I haven't told you I go out late at night And I was to tell you You'd see my different side There's things I haven't told you I go out
C#m7 Cm7 Bm7 E7 A7+ Em7. A7 Pelas graças que Ele dá! (bis) D7+ E/D C#m7 F#7/b9 Pelo sol e pela lua, Bm7. E7/9. Em7/9 A7/13 Pelo dia e pela. noite, D
cheat on her husband I sleep with my eyes wide open I sleep with em open The grass is greener on this side Never thought I'd see these heights Never
amendes Comme ci c'était du pain Ils bloquent, on rentre C'est triste, ça m'rend fou Des kilos d'son c'est plus dangereux que des tonnes d'armes Ils ne
aime d’autres c’est que pour toi Mon amour ne m’en veux pas Si j’en aime d’autres c’est que pour toi Fin d’aprèm à la plage Sur le sable brulant M’en
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