[Intro]
...I can remember absolutely everything
...O.K., let's begin
...Alright baby
...And now for my next number, i 'd like to return to the classics
[Verse 1: Al]
I think back to two, three bédos
Carelessness, Cherno era
Before burning my science at double zero
I salivate seriously, cut my savings when the day breaks
this book is serious, when the village rises this bicrave
br/>Free when I wet my lips, that's called brave?
It's deteriorating... it's deteriorating...
It's the time of swallows is over
Did they want a single thing that I said about them?
My fucking life as a young person in big jeans
Basically it's a deal between the glass of water and the gin
And there look at me! A magma that summons me but doesn't kill me, hello
Here it's the young white bec bello
No seals on my safe
Too zealous © by my own wrongs
Memories sweat from my pores
Big slaps, except when I shout hip hop hip hurray
Or when I whistle happy, happy days
Taking me for a hippie without sex
Do you hear or what? That squeaky note on an old scratched record?
There's nothing that stands out, it's just a receding shore and the risk of forgetting
Everything to clear
I don't stutter when I rap
I get lost in the repetition when I slip up
Nostalgia...
He It's more about settling in by magic and "losing" me
I'm spoiled
I'm not soft when she leaves me it never tires me
Not quick when she hurts me I don't walk anymore
I'm too childish when she tests me I don't dance
No bargaining when she fucks me I don't think anymore
[Verse 2: Jaco]
College era, years collage on the left
Donkey from the back of the class, friend of the radiator
Leader of the latecomers who come to class than with a 4 colors
No leaves, no bag, no snack, no scooter
Sket-ba era with a thousand bullets, yâ era has no sweetheart
Patrick Ewing era, Michael Air Jordan
Pink absence ticket, blue late ticket
The pawn is too good she gets cheated by the C.P.E
The era of the little footballs in the shopping center, when we had the stone
Nylon tracksuit full of little holes
A lady's menthol cigarettes that we spin
He who says he smokes 70 grams in the same day
Epoch 8.6, rolling tobacco
“Don’t you have time to ride? Say son? Don't you have time to ride? Even a booger... »
At the time of groping titties all rikikis
End of the date at six p.m., I leave him my Tacchini gloves
à shame epoch, of being with your remorse in front of the school
shame epoch, of having a nasty cramp behind the school
Bad tin-ma's breath, dull complexion, white complexion
The same color, the same pain, the cold of winter I am sixteen years old
Public transport, landscape without nature
br/>On the windows there are erasures and piles of signatures
Including mine
Beat-box era at ball two
In glue sniffing time in room two
[Outro]
...[XXX]
...I got the wild style
...[XXX]