I'm back to being spiritual.
I'm back to being spiritual.
You know I love you,
and these bitches don't give a *
If you know how I move, what they say isn't true
I'll tell you the whole truth,
and deny that I'm going to kill you
Our love isn't a bus, I'll give you your officer
The ones who have it,
don't give it to the gilets
I don't give it to the musics
These crates of tonic are full of stories,
they're mine
I'm going to kill you with the street,
and those who talk don't know about style
I'm going to let you go,
I'm going to take your soul,
you need mine
Don't abuse me anymore, don't abuse me anymore
I'm sentimental,
I feel fatal
Hey, look how you leave me
Don't abuse me anymore, don't abuse me anymore
I'm back to being spiritual