retour au charbon Lyrics

(Huh, huh)

It's the end of the summer, how did we get there?

I'm still looking round, for a ghost of your face there

Orange sky, and pretty eyes (Yeah)

We shoot our hearts, it's needed to get fair

And round-round we go (Round-round we go)

Down-down, we go (Down-down we go)

So far appart, we go (Far appart we go)

Aaaah

And round-round we go (Round-round we go)

Down-down, we go (Down-down we go)

So far appart, we go (Far appart)

Aaaah

J'passe la crème sur le dos de ta go (Ta bitch)

Playa del Pals, c'est l'eldorado

J'cale petits pas de danse sur le téco

J'cale petits pas de danse sur le téco

Grosse folle, range pas le parasol

J'ai les aromates et l'guacamole

Cacolac et un verre de cognac

Fume un d'mes gros niaks, et tu finis au sol

Mes ennemis sont deads, que dieu bénisse

Pas de retour aux hebs, j'veux pas que l'été s'finisse

Fuck Pole Emploi, j'pointe depuis Bélize (oooh)

J'voulais pas ressortir la valise, mais Vince m'a FaceTime

Retour sur Paname, record quelques vocalises

Retour au charbon

It's the end of the summer, how did we get there?

I'm still looking round, for a ghost of your face there

Orange sky, and pretty eyes (Yeah)

We shoot our hearts, it's needed to get fair

And round-round we go (Round-round we go)

Down-down, we go (Down-down we go)

So far appart, we go (Far appart we go)

Aaah

And round-round we go (Round-round we go)

Down-down, we go (Down-down we go)

So far appart, we go (Far appart)

Aaah

(Let's go)

Heads up to the horizon, eh (Heads up, heads up)

We ain't stretching, we rising, eh

Where's the steak at? We starving, eh

Where the snakes at? We grinding, eh (We grinding, yeah)

We ain't got a clue who the fuck is Pitchfork (Who the fuck is Pitchfork man?)

And when the beat drop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

All we gotta do is lift off

So now, we're chilling on a rooftop

On some building, on a distant planet (Hey)

That's less hot

So, give it your best shot (Let's go)

209 and resort, are the best bops (Yeah)

Y40i and the gang are the best, bruh (We the best)

This ain't music, this is sex bruh

Hey, who the fuck did this? (Who? Who?)

Who the fuck did "blood blood blood", and brought the apocalypse?

Who the fuck got the flex, and the drip, and the bars, and the weed, and the ice?

It's us!