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(S'il vous plait... dessine-moi un mouton |
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- Hein?) |
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(I think you're gonna like it where I'm gonna take you) |
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(You are sleeping) |
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[VERSE 1] |
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Sleep, sleep on, get your soul train |
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Cause I got too much ill shit on my brain |
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I frame a masterpiece, a visionary vibe |
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My words drift, many ride my joint like a stick shift |
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I sip booze on tours, let me see you go for yours |
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10 g's down, I leave ya in your fuckin drawers |
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Whores got hold on the industry |
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But I'm your pimp, that's why you're suckin me |
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Now it's time to uplift, true, I never gas ya |
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Finishin you off with the dagger while I slash ya |
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Wise words cut, my pocket's full of politicians |
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I make incisions, Daddy Rich's cut precision |
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I take your slumber, slide into your psyche |
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Slippin in a sleep like a brand-new pair of Nike |
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Grips if you sips on the wines you might hallucinate |
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Visions of you swingin from a noose, a suicide state |
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Of mind, seek to find, rewind the tape to peep it |
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Like T-La-Rock it's yours, if you sow the seeds, you reap it |
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I flip stlyes, keep you wild like a [] |
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[] penile |
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System, enlist em, alarm clock's ringin |
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Why must you sleep, why must you sleep, sleep? |
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Got vibes that [] the reaper |
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So make some room for the sleeper |
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[VERSE 2] |
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The sleep is subtle as a switch-up mode |
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Sleepwalkin over, some are droppin their load |
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No posin pictures, break ya, then I fix ya |
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Rich is on the mix, Daddy Rich break mixers |
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I got stamina, that's why I'm havin ya |
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Raw on a plate, yeah, I'm cappin ya |
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I said [] watch the pelicans fly |
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Rippin it from Watts out to Bed-Stuy |
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Wilfull wishes, all hoes and bitches |
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You got a little tipsy and forgot about the misses |
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Slept and you slept and you slept on |
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10 feet under, now you're passed on |
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I caught you lunchin, yo, here's a no-dose |
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Eyes in the back of my head, surveillance photos |
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I run missions, listen to the word pass |
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Guess I gotta smoke you like smoke glass (Woof!) |
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If you wanna snooze, just kick off your shoes |
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Get a new attitude, not a [] |
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I bring it like a hooker out roamin |
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I'm fierce like a pitbull foamin |
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I got it like HIV got so many |
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I'm runnin circles like [] |
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Jump off the high horse, top of the heaper |
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And come on down for the sleeper |
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(Mais si tu ne l'attaches pas, il ira n'importe ou |
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Il se perdra... |
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Mais ou veux-tu qu'il aille?) |
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(Ah! petit prince |
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J'ai compris peu a peu |
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Ainsi ta petite vie melancolique |
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Tu n'avais eu longtemps pour distraction |
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Que la douceur des couchers de soleil |
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J'aime bien les couchers de soleil |
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Allons voir un coucher de soleil... |
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Mais i faut attendre... |
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Attendre quoi? |
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Attendre que le soleil se couche |
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Je me crois toujours chez moi! |
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En effet |
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Quand il est midi aux Etats Unis |
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Le soleil, tout le monde le sait...) |
