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Tell Mom I'm not here tonight
The police are looking for me, the alarm is set for 5 in the morning
That for princes and brothers we decided to climb on a platform together
We couldn't even count the hardships anymore
The troubles, the people we made bleed
the infernal duo
Used to scamming and dealing
In the neighborhood, the envious looks
I can't count them on my two hands
Dying from a bullet in the head
Smiling under a modi
Big, we would kill each other if we listened to the 'they say'
Tonight I'm not here
I've escaped the drama
I do as I please
Result, a buddy is dead
Tonight I'm not here
Tell my loved ones I'm not here tonight
The police are looking for me, the alarm is set for 5 in the morning
We all want Paradise
But how to reach it without dying?
A hookah at Maghreb time
May God forgive me if Satan rejoices
How to know we were in a quagmire?
Tell Karim's mother that her son won't be coming home tonight
We work 7 days a week
We deserve double the salary
I left geography classes to write my story
Let the teacher go f*ck his grandmother
Naturally vulgar, we flirt with danger
A Glock in your mouth to join all your brothers
In the evening we question ourselves on a prayer mat
Tonight I'm not here
I've escaped the drama
I do as I please
Result, a buddy is dead
Tonight I'm not here
Tell my loved ones I'm not here tonight
The police are looking for me, the alarm is set for 5 in the morning
Your son is brave, don't listen to the neighbors
Those bastards will wait for my death to come and tell you I was a good person
We stack up the platforms, the money comes in
Dad gets up at 6 and I come back
We're on the waiting list
We await the angel of death's visit
I grow up, I make room for maturity
I leave behind the streets and their trivialities
Dad, I've grown up
No more guard duty, troubles, the streets
I have to settle scores after death
I have money to make before they come to take me away
One dies, one is born
A small salary, we break our backs
And go to the physiotherapist
Tonight I'm not here
I've escaped the drama
I do as I please
Result, a buddy is dead
Tonight I'm not here
Tell my loved ones I'm not here tonight
The police are looking for me, the alarm is set for 5 in the morning
Not here tonight
Tell my loved ones I'm not here tonight
Tonight I'm not here
I've escaped the drama
I do as I please
Result, a buddy is dead
Tonight I'm not here
Tell my loved ones I'm not here tonight
The police are looking for me, the alarm is set for 5 in the morning
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