Yeah Yeah
3.1.0
Mehsah To The Production (Mehsah To The Production)
For The Calle
Yeah, Yeah, Eh
Wesh, Motherfucker (‘Messed Up, ‘Messed Up)
Deep Down, We All Think We’re A Little Bit Special (Special)
Same From Afar, Different Up Close Like Stars (Different)
Send The Tillers, The Lethal Weapons, Let Them Be Displayed (Send)
It Smells Like Zetla On Every Floor (Fiou-Fiou)
Hold On To The Good (Hold On), The Past Comes From Far Away, The Present A Little Less
For The Future, We’ll See Tomorrow (We’ll See)
The Past, The Tur-Fu (Yeah, Yeah), I Have The Punch That Comes Out Of The Sulfur Paper
You Pop It And You Smoke It (Fiou)
It’s Punchy (Pah), You’re Losing Blood (You’re Losing)
I’m In The Era Of Time, The Opposite Direction Of The Wind (Well Yeah)
I Have A Crazy Groove (Crazy), You Seriously Smoke Hay
Wesh Motherfucker, It’s Like A Violent Signing, An Autograph At The End (Yeah)
There Are Countries Where For A Liver Transplant, You Have To Go On A Hunger Strike (Olala)
Sometimes I Blame Myself But I’m Not Sorry Either
Everyone Is A Little Revolted, Even The Schoolchildren Are Acting Out
Okay Pookies, Are They Good?
Wesh Bastard
You Are Bad
I Don’t Calculate (Nah), Too Much Weight On Me
But Don’t Worry, I Don’t Ask Myself Any More Questions (Yes, Sometimes)
I Feel It’s Going Bad, I’m Having Trouble (Yeah)
I’m In Trouble, I’m Asking Myself Too Many Questions (Too Many Questions)
I Can’t Calculate, Too Much Weight On Me (Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh)
But Don’t Worry, I Don’t Ask Myself Any More Questions (But Sometimes)
I Feel Like Things Are Going Crazy, I’m Having Trouble (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I’m In Trouble, I’m Asking Myself Too Many Questions
You’re All A Bunch Of Losers And Dirty Idiots. You Know Why ? Because You Don’t Have The Balls To Impose Yourself In This World. You Need Real Guys Like Me! So There You Are, Pointing Out Your Raptor Legs!
I Want The World, They Want Bones (Yeah Yeah)
I Have To See The Desert (I See)
Or Val D’IsèRe Is Not So Far As The Crow Flies (Not So Far)
It’s The Hold, There Are Microbes That Want Weapons (Crr-Crr)
Who Steal From Men, Who Take Away Souls (Souls)
You Have To Be Strong Enough To Stop Fooling Around (To Stop)
Like The Coyote, We Run After The Beep-Beeps
But Be Nice, There Are Some Vile Ones, It’s Too Undermined
They Want To Catch Me Like Titi And Big Twink (Ah)
I Smile When Checks Come In (Ah)
I’m Wearing A Shiny Chain, I’m On A Folding Chair (Well Yeah)
In The Jungle, We Saw Some Scary Scenes
You Won’t Get Anything More Even If You’re The Most Beautiful Client
The Fakes, The Cowards, I Detach Myself From Them (I Detach Myself)
So Many Eggs, Buddy, It Makes Blue Spots (It Makes Spots)
We Don’t Talk Much, We Send Each Other Empty Messages (Yeah Yeah)
We Are Only Wise In Front Of Our Daronnes (Nan, Nan)
We’re Coaling, Outside It’s Drinking, It’s Growling But Know That (Know That)
I Don’t Calculate (Nah), Too Much Weight On Me
But Don’t Worry, I Don’t Ask Myself Any More Questions (Yes, Sometimes)
I Feel It’s Going Bad, I’m Having Trouble (Yeah)
I’m In Trouble, I’m Asking Myself Too Many Questions (Too Many Questions)
I Can’t Calculate, Too Much Weight On Me (Eh, Eh, Eh, Eh)
But Don’t Worry, I Don’t Ask Myself Any More Questions (But Sometimes)
I Feel Like Things Are Going Crazy, I’m Having Trouble (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I’m In Trouble, I’m Asking Myself Too Many Questions
Me, I Always Tell The Truth, Even When I Lie, It’s True
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