cass. - NO MORE SAND

Préface

J'suis l'genre de type qui a peur, qui joue mal à l'amour
Mais bon j'suis atypique, c'est mes côtés psychologiques
Qui les rendent malades à la mort, stop
Tu peux plus me mentir
J'reconnais ta diction, tes traits physiques
Quand t'es perturbé par ma question
La les crocs se ferment j'hésite entre
L'épée de Damoclès qui fait que l'étau se serre
Ou les cuisses s'ouvrent j'analyse fentes
Tu sais où j'ai placé mon crosshair
Emmener moi chez l'véto j'en ai marre que mon flair cerne tout
J'suis un mi-homme comme sean
De l'autre side j'suis a moitié loup
Plus de sable ou no more sand, c'est sur ça qu'j'ouvre

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Writer(s): Cass. Cass.
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