Rats! (rats–rats–rats) (Aaah whoah) Never to let go Them rats! (Rats–rats–rats) Never to forgive And there's nothing you can do In times of turmoil In times like these

Say anything Anything hurts less than the quiet Just tell me Aah, just tell me Growing distance from your explanations We're getting deeper in this mess Take careful contemplation I'd rather be spitting blood Than have this silence fuck me up

9-1, j'étais sous le porche J'suis dans la surface comme Filippo Dans toutes les bouches comme les Philip Mo' Y'a 9-1-1 GT sous l'Porsche Fais-nous la bouche, on te fait la peau Je fais le plein en Philippe Plein Aaah, Skippa da Flippa Aaah aaah, ne fuis

Aaaahh aaaahh aaaahh Oooooo ooooooo ooooooo Aahh, aahh aahh Ooo, ooo ooo Ooo ooo ooo Sweet child in time You'll see the line The line that's drawn between Good and bad

Leave it in the lap of the Gods Lap of the Gods Lap of the Gods, aah Aaah, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, ah I live my life for you Think all my thoughts with you, and only you Anything you ask I do, for you I touch your lips with mine But in the end

(It's a drive-in Saturday) His name was always buddy (got got do ah aah aah) And he'd shrug and ask to stay She'd sigh like twig the wonder kid (got got do ah) And turn her face away She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah) But she knows

You can change your hair five times a week 'Cause I'm falling for you For everything that you do Baby, I'm falling for you You might be crazy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeaah, You like mismatched socks with polka dots And you say, you're scared

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon I am not Jasmine, I'm Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin' See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' Look at my show footage,

You can change your hair five times a week 'Cause I'm falling for you For everything that you do Baby, I'm falling for you You might be crazy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeaah, You like mismatched socks with polka dots And you say, you're scared

Aah ça sent le roro Et c'est p'têtre parce que j'suis trop déter' que j'les ai distancés Le plus dur c'est de le faire, ce n'est pas d'y penser Cette année c'est la guerre, préviens les ambulanciers J'suis dans l'game en roue arrière, tes rappeurs sont