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Why these bags not in my hands When they under my eyes I'm not the man, don't understand I'd like the reason why Am I angel, am I demon I ain't picked my side I've come from far, ain't even landed See me drop out of the sky Me I got rhymes for days I ain't got time to play Yeah, yeah Even them couch potatoes I'll make em palpitate Yeah, yeah How many times a day I got to fascinate them Yeah, yeah They go impersonate cos they ain't got half the flavour Me I got rhymes for days I ain't got time to play Yeah, yeah I'm bad for my body Mais le mental est solide Ils diront pareils quand ils sauront la story Je mélange la sauce et le porridge La vie elle me corrige I ain't saying sorry though I'm in a hurry bro Need to get waddy J'ai faits tous mes paris sur Paris J'suis paré à paraître dans des nouveaux bolides The world keeps telling me to make myself As soon as I hear it I hate myself Cos then I go try to be like them No wonder I feel like I ain't myself Nah I ain't myself This ain't the way I'd paint myself up Nah I ain't myself This ain't the way I'd paint myself Why these bags not in my hands When they under my eyes I'm not the man, don't understand I'd like the reason why Am I angel, am I demon I ain't picked my side I've come from far, ain't even landed See me drop out of the sky