Baby
Yes indeed ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
You are now rocking with the mighty Deluxe
It's a family show, baby, han, and check it out
A state of mind in the building
We 'bout to get, get busy one time like this y'all
And like that, y'all, han, yo
Super cali-kush-a-licious hefty halitosis for the hopeless
The "l", the "y", the "r", the "o", the "mantic" and
Semantic language sandwiches abandoned all the anguish
From the planets, revolving in this universe, we sculpted
At the tender age of ten and eight
Replaced the hacky sack with nasty acrobatics of the wordplay variety bade
Farewell to sobriety in its entirety
flipping the sickness, casually flying free
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
A permanent feel for coconut pearls
Anytime of the day, I'll whirl and twirl
The Buddha it burns the wheel it turns
Sweet sticky treats for the child in me!
Hasn't been a long while, but it feels like a life
Since we been together
Taking things to the wild catering, chicken weather!
Family butter finger!
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
Like lambs to the slaughter, cross borders
I've been orbiting the sun for a quarter of a century
Becoming more aware that this here was meant to be
This year was heavily packed, beers, a couple mean sacks, cheers!
You best believe that we're here, and going no damn where
I paint a Kodac-clear pic, and won't let fear
Kick it with me, yo, my soul has ears, get me?
Man, they're picky, and they're steering my being
As I relive my youth through a liquory dream
The slickidy slick, the licorice stick the youthful optimistic
And everyday the records that play the beacons at night that light the way
Enter the maze, while in a daze like we're back in the tenth grade
Licking a stick of the Sensi and knocking them out like Dempsey
Smiling faces, sharing the love
And we keep on tearing it up
Smiling faces, sharing the love
And we keep on tearing it up
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
You are now rocking with the mighty Deluxe
It's a family show, baby, han, and check it out
A state of mind in the building
We 'bout to get, get busy one time like this y'all
And like that, y'all, han, yo
Super cali-kush-a-licious hefty halitosis for the hopeless
The "l", the "y", the "r", the "o", the "mantic" and
Semantic language sandwiches abandoned all the anguish
From the planets, revolving in this universe, we sculpted
At the tender age of ten and eight
Replaced the hacky sack with nasty acrobatics of the wordplay variety bade
Farewell to sobriety in its entirety
flipping the sickness, casually flying free
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
A permanent feel for coconut pearls
Anytime of the day, I'll whirl and twirl
The Buddha it burns the wheel it turns
Sweet sticky treats for the child in me!
Hasn't been a long while, but it feels like a life
Since we been together
Taking things to the wild catering, chicken weather!
Family butter finger!
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
Like lambs to the slaughter, cross borders
I've been orbiting the sun for a quarter of a century
Becoming more aware that this here was meant to be
This year was heavily packed, beers, a couple mean sacks, cheers!
You best believe that we're here, and going no damn where
I paint a Kodac-clear pic, and won't let fear
Kick it with me, yo, my soul has ears, get me?
Man, they're picky, and they're steering my being
As I relive my youth through a liquory dream
The slickidy slick, the licorice stick the youthful optimistic
And everyday the records that play the beacons at night that light the way
Enter the maze, while in a daze like we're back in the tenth grade
Licking a stick of the Sensi and knocking them out like Dempsey
Smiling faces, sharing the love
And we keep on tearing it up
Smiling faces, sharing the love
And we keep on tearing it up
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
Watch where you're driving, bozzo
Stay off the lane in my road
Lay off the child in my soul
'Cause I ain't giving it up, no!
Credits
Writer(s): Sacha Bertocchi, Simon Caillat, Clement Barba, Pierre Coll, Vianney Elineau, Elisa Poublan, Maik Schindler, Benjamin Bambach
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