Désolé Everytime I see that number I'm like Désolé And it's us against the world my baby Désolé Brought you flowers, take the shower with me Désolé I feel like crashin' take this passion with me
I feel like I was born with a chip on my shoulder Gettin' older, feelin' numb fuck the pain, yeah Gettin' sober, I'm alone, I fell, trip Not a smoker, black lungs, I'm a fool, yeah I'm a loner (yes) I was smooth Mj Billie died last May Couldn't hold back tears Swept up and drank away Call me back and tell me things Tell me that I'm fuckin' great Best rapper to fuckin' live Tell me that I make you proud Tell me that you want my kids Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me Love is just a fuckin' sin Désolé, désolé Sorry, sorry all again Désolé all day, désolé I say
Désolé Je suis désolée Désolée Je suis désolée Désolé Désolée Je suis désolé Je suis désolée Désolé Désolée Je suis désolé Je suis désolée Désolé Désolée Désolé Désolée Je suis désolé Love
Yeah, you know I met that guy And it was like crazy you know It was something happened And then I, I saw him
Yo, yo, yo, yo I been on my shit More soul than a sock with an itch Bloodstains on the back of my bed I feel high Phone rang mama said my girl came by She be stealin' hoodies, always ketchup on her fries Never let a shorty tell you promises and lies Pussy niggas messagin' me all the fuckin' time Hey there, wellfare got me online Wanna smoke weed, I wanna change lives Wanna be the saddest nigga no one eve Wanna be the saddest nigga no one ever likes Wanna sell your soul or wanna fuckin' die (Wanna sell your soul or wanna fuckin' die)
Compositores: Alex Chiedu Anyaegbunam (Rejjie Snow), Lewis Pierre Simon Delhomme (Lewis Of Man), Milena Leblanc ECAD: Obra #25552686