Croyez-vous que je sois jaloux ? Pas du tout, pas du tout ! Moi j'ai un piège à fille, un piège tabou Un joujou extra qui fait crac boum hu Les filles en tombent à mes g'noux Il y a les playboys de profession Habillés par Cardin et chaussés par Carvil

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des

The honoring instinct of animal No blame on the red bull Throw fury at him Aim gorge and win Less contenders on the way today Let them pay Nothing lost

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

Destroyer, destroyer Destroyer, he's in town He spent his life a silent sentinel for all to fear He walks, he talks, he thinks, he feels but no dare go near He takes in all he sees, nothing escapes his gaze And when he strikes, he strikes for right, a

Ridin' 'round town with our rifles on the front seat Fun, you and me in the Middle East Shootin' at rocks bullets cocked in the mid-day fun, you and me in the old jeep Sun, you and me in the old jeep Let's go have Let's go have fun All you gotta' do is

Oye, oye, oye, oye, oye, oye Ou ressers-moi j'en veux encore (oye, oye, oye, oye) Tu peux m'voir dans l'fond du 7 (oye, oye, oye, oye) Ou mort khabat dans le Golf 7 R (oye, oye, oye, oye) J'suis dans l'binks, fonce-dé dans l'50K Oye, oye, oye, oye Dans

Standing in the eye of the storm My eyes start to roll To the curl of your lips In the center of eclipse Glow is low and its dimming And the silence is ringing And I can almost feel your breath I can almost feel the rest Night is young and we're living

And mama’s good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home

Tidal waves don't beg forgiveness Crashed and on their way Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away A snowflake falls in may. And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out 'Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow Goodbye for