Forever,
for always.
Forever,
for always.
I
just wanna be the one,
wanna be your son,
wanna be your hurt.
Both feet in the dirt,
as much fun as Kurt Cobain.
Before we go down to Cobain,
my face will be a painting.
I just have a life to live,
I want to be accompanied.
I'm not just talking to the hood,
the hood's guy.
I'm not just talking to the hood,
the hood's guy.
I've sold my bag, the chicken.
I'm gonna be satisfied,
but for now,
it's a compromise.
Excuse me,
forgive me,
I can never take back the compromise.
I'll hide it.
You'll hear it, I don't like anything weak.
It can be weird, but my pause will pass.
Next week.
I have the best fans in the world.
Why did I say that?
If the others applauded me when I'm too sad on a stage,
I should.
Make sure that in every crash, I thanked you.
I just asked for 42 seconds,
and you gave me that.
Come,
take it.
It took me more time to write.
I hope you know that.
Yo,
I know it's hard to have a pain.
Just pride, my site.
You have trouble fixing everything,
do like Boss,
then forget.
Nah,
I know that sometimes I swear with the people I love.
I don't want to love the people behind me,
even when I love you.
I don't need to say that,
I just want to be around.
If you want proof that we have pain,
I know what's in the center.
When I think,
I make the cap,
then I make the *.
It's not the bag,
it's the stack that makes the con I am.
Big bro, that's my only chum, bro.
Bro, you almost ate a bullet for my ass, bro.
You hit me, even if my son is like a rage.
Like a crack in a box,
between the * and the sage.
Mom,
I took the run again,
but it's just a little.
You know I love you,
deep down,
I'm a good success.
Yo,
I see the bright lights,
from the big city every day.
Escape from Funktown,
nah,
I can't change my path.
The struggle, shifts to everyday life.
The plain * that you have to fight for,
everyday strife.
The work,
above the head,
we don't have time to party.
But we keep on fighting,
because nobody wants it to stop.
I live every day as if it was my last,
then I was going to die.
I write every word as if it was the last rhyme,
I was going to write.
Take it as my will, if I ever flex my stomach.
If I don't pass the test,
wait,
I have to ask myself what I'm waiting for.
Maybe at the moment of rest,
or less blood in my writings.
I hate what my life describes for the time I dedicate to them.
I just wanna be in the wild and wild,
forever,
for always.
It's necessary to have our angels like everyone else.
Create alliances and wars,
like everywhere in the world.
You know my style,
homie,
something to sip with my clip.
I'm ready to die for that *,
if you * up my band.
I love my country,
my country,
I'm Quebecois,
yes.
I'm polite, I know my rights, yes.
I'm being watched a lot in heaven,
I'm not afraid of hell.
It's just a parody from here,
when I speak it comes from the heart.
When I sing it's with my trip,
I represent just for honor.
But I work for the money, I speak to God.
I'm not a fool,
for the time,
I only write to Mike.
I have to thank my parents,
I have to live it,
I have to make them understand who I am.
Maybe it's just for once,
but we're not reunited.