Le joli fil entre nos cœurs passé Le fil de nos sentiments enlacés C'est un air détaché Pour chanter le fil enchanté Oh, le fil nous lie, nous relie Qui nous tient, nous retient Qui, malgré nos airs fâchés Dit, "tâchez de vivre attaché

Take a little walk in the country with me Come on now Runnin' from the rate race Just as fast as I can Take off my tie so I can breathe Me, I'm going where the fresh air's blowin' Walk in the country with me Watch the sun sinkin' down on the trees

Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Wave your hands side to side Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air (Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the

'Cause since I've come on home, Well my body's been a mess And I've missed your ginger hair And the way you like to dress Won't you come on over Stop making a fool out of me Why don't you come on over Valerie? Well sometimes I go out by myself

I do this shit for my niggas I do this shit for my woes I do this shit for my bros I do this shit for my niggas, yeah Real nigga tellin' on me, only thing that I fear Lotta niggas squeal, lotta dope in the air I can't even eat 'less I'm medicated I can't

I told you I'm on fire But I am energized And won't apologize I'm digitalized, I'm hypnotized Break the bonds, a gasp of air My will is strong Get out of here my mind is futile

All day, all night All night, all day Ready fi get di cook up hype an Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A Let's ride, all night

But Cinderella's got to go I'm sorry for runnin' away like this And I'm sorry I've already made my wish Here I am, so try to forgive me I don't believe in fairy tales Here we are with nothin' but honesty I've had enough, I'm not gonna stay I'm sorry just

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

I breathe the air of freedom Everyone is doing their best to destroy it Simplicity's forgotten And we all drill the ground I stand free I refuse to be surrounded The stones and dust bite hostile Devours flesh and bone The weakest lost in hatred