Ouais Charo allons nager j'ai d'la fraiche en gros Ouais Charo, j'passe en machine trop de mich sur un bigot Ouais Charo j'ai d'l'euro pépère couleur indigo Échouer? J'suis mauvais joueur, sa ramène les métaux T'es mort sur l'oreiller, fallait m'éviter

Hé, à part mon Dieu, moi je n'dois rien à personne À part à ma mère ou à mon Swith & Wesson Toujours dans les gros coups, toujours dans les grosses sommes Si dans le rap ga-game y'a que des voyelles, boy, je serai la consonne Ils ont le seum de Papuss

I don't have the nerve to use my heart The thought of loving you just makes me sick I can throw a line but I can't reel it in I can throw a dart but I can't make it stick I can write the line but I can't sing the song I can call my momma but I won't go

(I love me) Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else Can't help myself, no, I don't need anybody else Ah, la la la, la la la la la Anytime that I like Anytime, day or night I know how to scream my own name Scream my name

(Holding on for your call) It's a different kind of danger 'Cause I'm gonna be free and I'm gonna be fine And the bells are ringing out And I'm calling for my mother As I pull the pillars down And my feet are spinning around Never knew I was a dancer

Oh-oh-oh-oh I didn't pay attention to the light in the dark But now I see your tears are an omen It's an omen, caught my baby crying Saw the silver lining It must be an omen Needed you to show me, without you I am lonely

Perde esse medo E vem correndo me chamar de amor uô, uô Me beija, minha flor Esquece tudo e vem, sem medo, vem Sem medo, vem Vejo você distante em um mundo paralelo ao meu E nem sei se os meus planos ainda São os mesmos que os seus E o que te impede de

Get the genie out the bottle Yeah, you supermodel thick Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom I'ma lose my mind in it, crazy that medulla oblongata Get to rubbin' on my lap Fuck it up, fuck it up Pussy good, go and back it up Pipe her up, I'ma pipe her

She's never been loved Oh, she is my girl Oh, she loves to fight but She loves to fight but

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls