Chills run through me, they cut through me
A mental panic, I'

You're fighting over crumbs and starving in the shit
Burning

There goes the neighborhood
Here come them fuckin' niggas

Do it again
And I'll see you tomorrow
I want to get it

Regardons-nous, implacables viandards tout autour
À l'

I hear your voice
And I know you want to follow me
I know

Real thing I’m feeling
No eyes can see it
Part dream, part

Those days, where were we to go?
Stumbling down the empty str

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