Dans les larmes et le sang
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
I don't really think that you care about me
I be in my room every night counting
Watching all the days of my life go by
You think that I'm sad but you don't know why
All on my own, always alone
Hating my life, staying at home
I'd rather die than to forget
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
J'pars sans blesser, j'pars sans laisser
Qui va me chercher, qui va m'retrouver?
Dans les larmes et le sang je vous quitte
Sur mes tracks, en dansant, je vous l'dis
Que ma mort est proche, que maman s'ra triste
Que ma vie est moche, que j'suis pessimiste
Et j'vais m'barrer loin, très loin chez les morts
Car j'veux plus vous voir, encore et encore
Si tu viens m'enterrer, steuplait sois content
Car enfin en paix j'fais plus partie des vivants
Et le corps mangé par les vers sous la terre
J'srai toujours plus gai qu'avec vous sur la Terre
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
I don't really think that you care about me
I be in my room every night counting
Watching all the days of my life go by
You think that I'm sad but you don't know why
All on my own, always alone
Hating my life, staying at home
I'd rather die than to forget
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
J'pars sans blesser, j'pars sans laisser
Qui va me chercher, qui va m'retrouver?
Dans les larmes et le sang je vous quitte
Sur mes tracks, en dansant, je vous l'dis
Que ma mort est proche, que maman s'ra triste
Que ma vie est moche, que j'suis pessimiste
Et j'vais m'barrer loin, très loin chez les morts
Car j'veux plus vous voir, encore et encore
Si tu viens m'enterrer, steuplait sois content
Car enfin en paix j'fais plus partie des vivants
Et le corps mangé par les vers sous la terre
J'srai toujours plus gai qu'avec vous sur la Terre
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
No friends, no heart
Fuck it up, try hard
I got these thoughts inside my head
Credits
Writer(s): Edouard Brathwaite, Johann Caldonazzo
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