["Plus jamais la même" English Lyrics]
[Verse 1]
In front of the P-O-P-O, my face is down and I have no proof
Even with video and I cut it
Yeah, it’s B-O-B-O-X forever
Fucking chaotic love forever
I’m in a bad mood
My maracas make more of the same noise
A child dying equals a mother crying
And these people won’t have the same life
Enough to end up a killer like Bundy
But marlich like Kylian needs me to jump
I feel like shit when I see this world
In the end, I prefer to be a zombie
I’ll have my money on a bench
Maybе, who knows? Tell me
I have found pеace in the depths of this spirit
Dude, I’ve been fucking for two months
It sells the same cocaine track
Because in front of the butter the heart is pricked
I feel a lot I can’t explain
Never leave the door open, they’ll fuck you
[Chorus]
You could die in front of me to show, oh how much you love me
It’ll never be the same again, nah, nah
Baby, the moula, moula, moula is all you like
You haven’t changed, you’re still the same, yeah
They want credit for being fucking sons of bitches
Mm-hmm, it’s always the same (Roughly)
You could die in front of me to show, oh how much you love me
It’ll never be the same, uh
Never the same, uh, never the same
[Verse 2]
E-S-C-A-P-E, escape plan
My guys are calibrated, it’s not just for entertainment
When I say "SauceGod, SauceGod," bitch, that’s a statement
I only have one way to love you, you have many ways to hate me
I have some Henny left for the wedding
Baby, you better never get attached to me
'Cause I’m like a fucking rattle, yeah, you could fall
How many have let me down? (How many?)
How many bundles to count
I come from the bottom, so I was never afraid to go from light to shadow
How much? how much?
How many frigates have fallen?
It’s gonna be a long climb
I thought it was to life, death, and then behind the torso you bulged
Never leave them the door open, they’ll fall on you
I didn’t choose, it fell on me, han, han
[Chorus]
You could die in front of me to show, oh how much you love me
It’ll never be the same again, nah, nah
Baby, the moula, moula, moula is all you like
You haven’t changed, you’re still the same, yeah
They want credit for being fucking sons of bitches
Mm-hmm, it’s always the same (Roughly)
You could die in front of me to show, oh how much you love me
It’ll never be the same, uh
Never the same, uh, never the same