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[Lyrics to "Rainbow"]

[Intro]
Hey

[Verse 1]
There may be a voice hanging around on the prods we love
Sex but big asshole behavior
A classy sound, a hit, a great call
New album, then, big horse
Who was there in the big galleys?
The cques-J' in a shirt in the middle of large columns
I find you a fictitious job if you wish
Always late, I have the misfortune to make me wait
At least I made it in time, come on, we're leaving for 'dam
Let it heal, put on the plaster
It would cost me too much to miss mе, she has that Em Rata thing
I made more than onе erasure
Am I leaving or am I staying here? Babe, come on, let's leave it at that
I had the naivety to believe that I have two lines left
It's time to take off
We make kich', the whiskey is getting old
Come on, take it all, destined to be proletarians, but we broke that
Gift, signature dress, 5.47 drunk, the sun rises
We were beautiful but we were so lonely
There, I break my voice, put down notes, I'll one shot afterwards
It's over but what are you doing in the afternoon? Are we getting out, or are we pushing the voice?
What if I go back to basics?
What if I go back to basics?
[Verse 2]
Am I late on [the sheets that others criticize?
The ones worth more than 100k
If I take off the beret, your girl flies away
At Bercy, if we shout "fuck off" together, we come close to nine hundred volts
And shit, I just made a rhyme
I'm counting the days but LNSC hasn't aged a bit
Tonight, I'm putting on a race
She, she wants me to slap her
Eh, babe, I'm not like all these clones, yesterday everything was calm
I doubted myself, I could have doubted my guys
No, I dehak, I should have doubted my guys
I'm a twittos without PP, an incredible artist
Exceptionally, you can put ice cubes in the glass of cques-J'
Fuck his mother, I'm only good at making cash
This, in spite of myself, by wanting to make art
In ten years, you'll have a book if you write two lines every day
Babe, take off your wool sweater, roll a thick drumstick
Silence broken, because it makes the cone cough
On the verge of turning everything off
Does he break a buzz or give help?
Damn, what they give of us, the cques-J 'a tenacious man
Triple fuck off, overnight in the light
Basically, a shadow man
Are we supposed to make money or make art?
It's Saturday, nah, it's Sunday, at the stud', there's ring-per
LCS, he's been que-blo on the ring road for two weeks
He's been trying to park the truck for thirty minutes, but what got into me?
I don't even have time to waste time anymore, NBOW, CDI
They roll me farts, they make me tea
Send the most stock, let him come that way, try to make me doubt
[Verse 3]
Your godmother the penalist, me3lich
I know, basically, he was a fan
I don't see anymore in the retro, come on, pedal
The end of a verse or the beginning of another
The end of an album that marks the beginning of another
I haven't stopped since the beginning of the year
We are artists, we are not click whores, fuck off
I don't feel capable of it
No I dehak, I'm made for the per-ta
I was tter-gra, I may be too silly, I can no longer put on the beret
Jacques gets tired, NBOW is perpetuated
Update: her name was Palo, she wasn't called Bérénice
Her name was Palo, she wasn't called Bérénice
Jacques gets tired, NBOW is perpetuated
I leave the stud' in Bastille, I take an Uber towards the Pyrenees
There are teams of six, ready to steal your Apollo, to fracture your fibula
I tear myself away as soon as I'm too burnt out
In the perimeter, we don't gain one thing without losing another
Damn, I could fuck the money from "Fuck off"
But I'm here like a big jerk, trying to be relevant
They've been composing for three hours, I've been writing for four

[Outtro]
I'm in entertainment but I can't take your nonsense anymore
Do you want to pper-ra like me?
Another flute player who thinks he's a trumpeter
I'm in entertainment but I can't take your nonsense anymore
We are artists, we are not putaclicks
I don't even finish my cones anymore
I don't even finish my sounds anymore
I don't even finish my phases anymore
There may be a voice hanging around on the prods we love
Sex but big asshole behaviors
A classy sound, a hit, a great call
New album, next, big horse, next, big horse