Personne, personne. Personne, personne. Nouveau riche, ma Lamborghini a pris quelques dos-d'âne. J'fais ni la queue au Ritz ni au McDonalds.

I'm sorry but. Don't wanna talk, I need a moment 'fore I go. It's nothing personal. I draw the blinds. They don't need to see me cry.

My baby lives in shades of blue. Blue eyes and jazz and attitude. He lives in California too. He drives a Chevy Malibu. And when he calls.

Can't count the years on one hand that we've been together. I need the other one to hold you, make you feel, make you feel better.

(Turkey). Sen kalk, bir minik mikrofonunu getir bak jak. Burada mikrofonuna tak kagit. Kalem bir de ilham alinacak gam gaz choppers,

She said I'll throw myself away. They're just photos after all. I can't make you hang around. I can't wash you off my skin.

New car very noisy. Come through and it's roarin'. Yeah, yeah. You know how I'm comin'. You know how I'm comin'. Bend her over, then I murk her.

Batalha travada é nessa terra. Eu entrei nessa peleja foi pra pelejar. Eu entrei nesta guerra foi pra guerrear.

In my head, I play a supercut of us. All the magic we gave off. All the love we had and lost. And in my head. The visions never stop.

Call me, call me, call me, uh. Call me, call me, call me, uh. Call me, call me, call me, uh. Call me, call me, call me. Call me, how you doin'?

(You don't mean nothing at all to me). In the day, in the night. Say it right, say it all. You either got it or you don't. You either stand or you fall.

When I look back. Tracing fingertips over plastic bags. Thinking, "I wish I could extrapolate some small intention.

You're talkin' shit for the hell of it. Addicted to betrayal but you're relevant. You're terrified to look down. 'Cause if you dare, you'll see the glare.

Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh). But it's too late, it's too late. She's gone. You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi.

Take your eyes off of me so I can leave. I'm far too ashamed to do it with you watching me. This is never ending, we have been here before.

Is it so hard to say the same thing? And you're so weak to say the same thing. And burn a hole into your apprehensiveness. And let the wildfire shine.

I can name a couple ways, baby, this shit might go. You just might forget that this was what you're getting high for.

Once upon a time, I believe it was a Tuesday when I caught your eye. And we caught onto something.

I've never fit into any category, always deemed an outcast. Since I was in Sunday school and all the cool kids said I was weird.

Uh, I've been up for four days, gettin' money both ways. Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold Spades. Rolex's, chauffers and low fades.

Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted. But if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom.