Lyrics

Quand les gens dit pas bonjour Je me sens triste en mon cœur Si la prochaine personne dit pas bonjour Je vais être plus triste encore Je vais être plus triste encore I'm so sad again don't know whats happening Heading down hill like stones and avalanche Mind sipping on peaks I'm a catamaran You gotta watch what I speak cause I'm a cat with a plan Digging out of this trench getting back on the ground Stop sittin on the fence start actin right now Running on the scene coming with it clean Bang when I arrive keep it subtle when I leave Striving to survive with every particular I breath Bang with all the lies in the articles I see Gotta stay alive makes it hard without a vibe But from the twinkle in your eye its gonna be hard to say good bye But why oh why oh why Cause you know a try uh uh uh ay tell me why oh why Quand les gens dit pas bonjour Je me sens triste en mon cœur Si la prochaine personne dit pas bonjour Je vais être plus triste encore Je vais être plus triste encore I like to strut that's how I get down Right foot left foot right foot left foot all round town I see suburban big homes and babies with cell phones pharmaceutical druglords People walking their dog people praying to god kids on their skateboards When I come to an intersection I get asked so many questions what can I do One time this wide eyed Texan Asked me for my directions What could I do? Back at home, in san Anton what would you do? I'd take 3-broads-home Well you can walk or don't walk walk or don't walk These crypt walking hiphops don't got shiz on me Nor do the kids in the street Yeah they want pennies from money I'll give em pennies for free Sometimes I spare them a dime that should buy em some time But I'm back on my way They say god bless have a real nice day Quand les gens dit pas bonjour Je me sens triste en mon cœur Si la prochaine personne dit pas bonjour Je vais être plus triste encore Je vais être plus triste encore
Writer(s): Brendan Croskerry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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