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Ah toi t'y crois?
Ils nous ont laissé dans le froid
Moi j'crois que ce que je vois, R
Mola parlons peu mais parlons vrai
J’ai le crayon j’écris la var
Forcément jamais nous ne pourrons nous faire
Tu sais qu’il est tard, gros j'roule un ter
Fuck s'prendre la tête verte violente lèvre violette et salute
Are they gonna come and save us?
Trying to get home safe
Became confused in everything
Try to confront it
Try to come forth with your truth
Don’t fuck with it
(But I don’t want to see you less)
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Don’t remember what the deal was
Thousand things I should have been doing
Procrastination has such a sweeter sound to it
Such a sweeter sound to it
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Oh I played it just last night, it’s in my blood
Oh this is your song
Oh we played it just last night, it’s in our blood
Oh this is your song
Remember the way
You taught me to play
Remember the way
You taught me to play
We’re strange people
Tell me, have I helped you?
We’re strange people
What we gonna do?
Mama, have I helped you?
Oh I wanted to be stainless
Oh I wanted to be nameless
Strange people, what ya gonna do?
Oh the sound of my strength for you
Oh the sound of my strength for you
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I feel the relief, the weight of the guilt, the feeling is weird
Tonight I’ve killed my idols
I’ve killed my idols
I was a child, I was in awe
Grew up from that, the disappointment
I see now, what was invisible
I’ve killed my idols
For just a bit of freedom
Now I have to be my own
(I was blinded by the light)
I’ve killed my idols
I was not able
I’ve killed my idols
To go against the tide
Now I’m free and it scares me
When I don’t know what I should do
There’s no one to guide me no more
To show me the way, to show me the way
I’ve killed my idols
I’ve killed my idols
For just a bit of freedom
Now I have to be my own
(I was blinded by the light)
I’ve killed my idols
I was not able
I’ve killed my idols
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Homeward bound
Let’s get closer
To that sound
It was only ever just a moment
But I lost it all
In that moment
There was no sun
No moon
No time
I thought, it was freedom
But it wasn’t
Homeward bound
Let’s get closer
To that sound
Feelings Don’t Rest
Always
You always
Slowly
Surely
Caught me
Free falling
Sea calling
You came crashing in first
Save my conscious
Inner vision, you soar
Inner loving
Tell me where we could go
Wonder where we could go
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&Fly
02:24
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Diamond miner lung filled up with dust
Dying for their life
Feel the violence dangling from your neck
Giving shame a ride
This collective insanity
Is getting to my heart, yes
Take me to your leader and we’ll see
How we’re accommodating the dark
Been taking bites from the shark
Thousand cuts
I guess I’ve
Had enough
Don’t you agree we’re out of love
Never giving up
Look in your babies’ eyes
Tories for 10 years
Well, does your money make your heartache disappear?
And can you recognise that greed’s forever cursed?
You just need one more private jet
To show the others what hard work gets you
This twisted norm
Feels like we’re all confined to
Visit wisdom at its grave
Dead to modern day
Flowers at the tomb
Growing through the doom
Growing hope in my womb
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I could have been down for you
The problem is I’m fine now
The problem is I’m fine now
I’m gonna break it down
It will take half a millisecond
Feeling songs in my chest
Feeling cold in my vest
And I step out and I’m running after you
It’s better than to wait after you
And it plays out
That I could have been down for you
The problem is I’m fine now, the problem is I’m fine now
But I could have been down for you
The problem is I’m fine now
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Quand elle me parle de papillons
J’vois des couteaux et puis des portières
La javel et les chiffons ne pourront effacer les fautes d’hier
Quand elle me parle de papillons
J’vois des couteaux et puis des portières
Et puis des portières
Moi, je caresse ton visage
Sur mon écran tactile
Que reste t’il du paysage
Dis moi que reste t’il?
Dis moi à quoi tu penses
Quand tu regardes dans le vide
Dis moi qu’est ce que tu vois
Dis moi que reste t’il
Souvenirs se mélangent
A force de faire semblant
J’vais bien finir par y croire?
Vais-je oublier ton nom
A force de faire semblant
Moi, je caresse ton visage
Sur mon écran tactile
Que reste t’il du paysage
Dis moi que reste t’il?
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Quand elle me parle de papillons
J’vois des couteaux et puis des portières
La javel et les chiffons ne pourront effacer les fautes d’hier
Quand elle me parle de papillons
J’vois des couteaux et puis des portières
Et puis des portières
Moi, je caresse ton visage
Sur mon écran tactile
Que reste t’il du paysage
Dis moi que reste t’il?
Dis moi à quoi tu penses
Quand tu regardes dans le vide
Dis moi qu’est ce que tu vois
Dis moi que reste t’il
Souvenirs se mélangent
A force de faire semblant
J’vais bien finir par y croire?
Vais-je oublier ton nom
A force de faire semblant
Moi, je caresse ton visage
Sur mon écran tactile
Que reste t’il du paysage
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11. |
Exposed feat. Lossapardo
03:09
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We keep carrying way too much on our shoulders
Stocking the bad memories into folders
I’ll be better when I grow up I used to say
But I’m older now
I understand why they be
Drinking, smoking, taking all these pills
Now
I understand why they be
Drinking, smoking, taking all these pills
I’ve been away way too many times
I don’t want you to make me smile
Cause I’ll be sad again
I’ve been away
Please don’t come too close
I don’t like my feelings exposed
Let’s make a mistake one more time
Let’s split the blame
Game’s even
We tied
Late at night, wide awake
Thinking way too loud
We’d love anything
That could make a difference
The colors of a painting
That’d be matching
We’d love anything
J’dors pas la nuit pendant des heures
That could make a difference
J’ai plus peur du noir depuis peu
The colors of a painting
That’d be matching
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Crayon Paris, France
Crayon has become a mainstay of the Parisian music scene. As one of the most sought-after producers in a city where French rap has reached unprecedented popularity, he has crafted platinum hits for artists like Josman and curated Walk Tape Vol. 1, a compilation featuring names such as Laylow from the Parisian hip-hop landscape. ... more
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