The Grand Prix - Lakitu

Off of the zan off, off of the Prozac
I took another to stay on track
And I'm a machine, you know that I'm back
To get me from bad trips to high stacks
Off of the zan, off of the Prozac
I took another to stay intact
And I'm a machine, I do not backtrack
Nananah
Yup
Slurred speech, stumbling
Big cliff tumbling
Stiff lip stoicism
Say you prayers 'cause
I about to make you pay for the safety that you don't pay for
I'm a god I know no maker
Don't you move unless I say so 'cause
I pick you up when you fall
No watch on my wrist go round the clock
I toil, toil, toil and get my sorry ass home
And to the kid I bailed out
Owed me a ride but dashed out
You thankless piece of shit
Someday a real rain will come
And wash you off the street
Off of the zan, off of the Prozac
I took another to stay on track
And I'm a machine you know that I'm back
To get me from bad trips to high stacks
Off of the zan, off of the Prozac
I took another to stay intact
And I'm a machine, I do not backtrack
Nananah
This is none of my concern
This is none of my concern
This is none of my concern
None of my concern, this is none of my concern
All the reasons that concur grow in darker, darker circles
None of my concern, this is none of my concern
All the reasons that concur grow in darker, darker circles
Off of the zan, off of the Prozac

Written by:
Mathieu Rumeau, Raphaël Sanchez

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