Du mal à te dire

There are no strangers, just people who don’t know each other
And people who know each other, who feel like strangers
We grew up like we were in the hood, our parents don’t apologize
When they’re wrong, they just cook for us
You wanted to start fresh, I wanted to rap my life
You wanted to escape, I wanted the Ferrari
I’ve become too dangerous like the vice of my block
I’m leaving to come back stronger like the son of Mary, hallelujah
The kids don’t even know how to think anymore
As if school doesn’t even help them eat
Money doesn’t even make me dance anymore
Baby, the nudes don’t even get me hard anymore

I have a hard time telling you
What’s on my heart, I feel better
When I’m behind the wheel of the Mercedes
I have a hard time telling you
That without you I can’t move on
Without money, I’m going nowhere
I have a hard time telling you
What’s on my heart, I feel better
When I’m behind the wheel of the Mercedes
I have a hard time telling you
That without you I can’t move on
Without money, I’m going nowhere

I had regrets when I looked elsewhere
Now, I don’t even want you anymore
I don’t even want to lift you up
I cheated on you so I’m wrong, but you don’t see the love
That I had for you before time took it away
I run red lights, curfew
Two in the morning, completely wasted
Looking for comfort behind some underwear
I have a hard time saying it because
I love you more than in my memories
Love is dead, leaving a testament
I’ve got a baby mama, no, I’m not saying you’re my whore
But honestly, you and I won’t have a kid
Because if we break up, it’ll be raised by someone else
I won’t have custody, I’ll just have to pay child support
I already know the song

I have a hard time telling you
What’s on my heart, I feel better
When I’m behind the wheel of the Mercedes
I have a hard time telling you
That without you I can’t move on
Without money, I’m going nowhere
I have a hard time telling you
What’s on my heart, I feel better
When I’m behind the wheel of the Mercedes
I have a hard time telling you
That without you I can’t move on
Without money, I’m going nowhere

Twenty thousand leagues under the sea like I’m Bin Laden
I don’t think with my heart, no, I think with my head
I still find you beautiful but just less than before
The ignorant are happier than the wise
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Sleeping, sleeping
Sleeping, sleeping

It’s been so long since I’ve
Slept, slept
No one is indispensable
No one is irreplaceable
No one is indispensable
No one is irreplaceable
If you have the wrong answers
It’s because you’re asking the wrong questions
Lord, I don’t even realize my lies anymore
Oh my God