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Et en plus tu me ridiculises en publique avec ton phrasé si agile et délicat

C'est normal j'ai une multitude de noms

"Toviyah arrête de te faire passer pour Trap déprimé ça ne se fait pas"

Je commande quoi a bouffer

Flemme

Ne m'obligez pas à remonter les pages

C'est marrant moi il pense jamais à moi

vague à l'âme

Ouais y en a marre

Ok donc je suis en dessous d'Eddy Malou je prends note, merci achève moi qu'on en finisse

Non c'est l'amoureux de Sainte

Je vais faire un iroquois

On est les ignored du blabla

Dis moi ce que tu penses de ça

Broken bones and broken glass
Broken hearts and broken heads
Livin' the life, whoa

Close my eyes, try to make it last
Outrun the wretched memories of my past
It moves too fast (oh)
I got no chance
A freight train racing set to crash

Broken bones and broken glass
Broken hearts and broken heads
Livin' the life, whoa

La seule chose que je sache, c'est que je ne sais rien

C'est à partir du moment où il a posté sa tête que tu l'as accusé d'être Toviyah

Vraiment profond et triste




And the pastor says I'm good
But Jesus Christ, I'm never good
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
And yeah, the pastor says I'm good
But Jesus Christ, I'm never good
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
I'll nail my hands up to the wall
And yeah, the doctors were nice enough
They just said I'm fucked
Just like my mom is fucked
I bet your dad's fucked up
And in the black light, I could tell a sick joke
Maybe in the black light, I could tell a sick joke
Twinkle twinkle little star
Alcoholics don't get far
Unless they drink and drive
Let's go for a ride
And I hope I crash and die tonight
I hope I crash and die tonight
Saying, I do not like you
I do not mind him much
You were just my first
Now I've had it
I do not mind
I do not like you much
You were just my first
Now I've had it
I'm cold to the touch
Leap to my death
I'll die for my friends
I'll lie to the end
I'm cold to the touch
Leap to my death
I'll die for you all
I'll die for my friends
It goes like this
Well, I ain't sorry
With broken wrists
I climb from these walls
My skin crawls
My skin crawls
My skin crawls
My skin crawls, oh-oh-oh

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