Calumet Hawk - Excuse My French

Feel like wanderin'
Held myself when I was crumblin'
Feel like no one is the bonds which
We counted on like economy
Couldn't trust no one, that been tormenting
Who did care when we hadn't shit?
Feel curbed to cry 'cause my eyes firm to hide mournfulness
Can't trust anybody
I just got me a project
There wasn't nobody
Ready to reach to us
They been actin' callous
They done fucking tried us
Most of y'all done lied and
I cannot respect a mothafucking viper
Know they're blood suckers
'Member grandma never gave a fuck about us
Even when we really had to be starvin'
Our spirit sobbin', muhfuckers, yeah
Excuse my french
This planet so cold but it's got no baguettes
Vipers been tryna make our necks wrapped
Got a whole lot of anxiety and stress
Wish we had bucks, yeah, some money on deck
Yeah
Éveillé tous la nuit, comme si c'était matin
Prolly no one's awake when I write a new rhyme
I been hidin' my pain and I don't wanna cry
'Cause now, by dint of tamin' it, it would be like-
Excuse my french, this shit haut niveau
Forgiatos how we on the road
4G how the flow been quick, Givenchy
The way the flow be clean as soap
Excuse my french, we been feelin' lost
Ain't no tramp
Ain't no comparison, that shit a fact
Ain't even Parisian but larmes, they fell
They feelin' Haitian, bars pins in their back
They feel involved everytime one speak facts
And we're back on that shit like it's "Litty"
Lot of woahs they be hittin'
Like that kid used to hit 'em licks they were all used to call "Billy"
Needin' a break, we're cravin' it
She will be fair to stay with me
'Cause my ex crush capped and shit
Excuse my french, mais c'est la vie
C'est la vie
Feeling down
Feeling down
Feeling down
Feeling down, yeah
Who is really in there?
Who really did care?
Who really declare
They'd be willing to stay?
Done met bitches that used me
Done met fake bros too and
Now trust in ties and bonds ain't my current best
Yeah
Ain't nobody gon' prove their
Damn promises, who's there?
Entirely broken
My heart is like the muhfucking Red Sea, ain't seen Moses
That fell apart like Henny bottles on floors and
I lost every hope, ain't no Lord upon roads and
My scars ain't gon' prolly recover
They prolly be thorning
My soul, they ain't gone yet
They prolly won't go then
Oh, no

Written by:
Matteo Favaron

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