Lyrics:
Martin Coll

qu'il puisse faire ses premiers pas Notre issue finale seule l'avenir le dira Dieu seul sait comment ca s'finira ou negociera Mystere et suspense Soit on colle

just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin startin shit like some 26-year-old skinny Cartman ("God damnit!") I'm anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin

: Con una gonna rossa lunga un palmo e niente chiu La sciarpa a fasci collo di colore a fantasia Nu care stivalett di piccola misura Con un testolina

una balla a quelli che da soli ci stan stretti e pensano che il cielo sia di tutti a lui e lei che stanno insieme solo con la colla e poi a quelli

douceur pimentee (pimentee). Ta fraicheur vanillee (vanillee), tes desirs sucres (sucres). Ton extreme habilete (habilete) a tout manigancer (manigancer). Je dois m'en proteger, m'en degager Pour eviter (eviter) de rester colle (colle

casino Drinking wine and tequila Lallallallaaaala (Losing at the Casino) Throwing up. Drop the kids off at school Putting on after-lotion lallallaalala (Sending for a martini

to a counter Nail freak YEE YEE YEE! I get my grown man on, no lights Pains on, my grown man on. [Chorus:] I get my grown man on White colla with a button

demande Sautez en l?air et criez Tire sur ton string Dezil? and ion kid va vous rendre folle Dansez le corps colle comme si tu es dans la colle

I made a mill' So if you see me please believe, cause I'm yo' potnah still [E-40] (Pop ya collar!) It's all from the wrist (Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar