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Palpal

[Chorus]
The name’s Palpal
With or without pretext, we celebrate
They call me Palpal
The haters force themselves
I swore Palpal
I hear nothing but I can read their lips
And I read Palpal
In two words Palpal
Hey Hey Hey Hey
 
[Verse 1]
An asshole and a good guy in the same body
A “free hugs” sign and a handgun in the
same box
I’ll do all in order to be liked as
A friend, a lover, an idol
Or a grocery store open till five in the morning
I never leave if I am still alive
I’m the winner of the game
I want a world with only mirrors
A radio that only plays my music
You need a savior, but I only wanna please myself
I was already very egocentric
Before I had anything
Doesn’t that tell you to be a bit more stylish?
I’m done speaking about myself (Pal)
 
When the happiness of others builds up
What’s the secret of happy men?
Mother said: 'act with discretion'
But it’s a lot better when others see me
It’s a lot better when others see me
Let me do what I want
 
[Verse 2]
Or instead, I risk doing it illegaly
I haven’t taken my meds
I only say shit and everyone loves it
My hyperactivity only shocks
From the tracksuit with the Chinese signs
It comes from my cells like a disc jockey
I can say “I love you” and “I’m fucking you” in plain language
Influenced by the whole world in my discs
We mix and I see folks who tell me
Insh’Allah, soon we’ll all be mixed
Hey hey hey hey
Follow me if you want to see kind monsters
We don’t have green noses, your kebab isn’t blue
But we’ve hidden a few ‘shrooms
So celebrate with us
Yanks will say “come on, come on”
Only love until death, nirvana within like Cobain
To find this bizarre world, you need a drug
Some have died in the process but
If the leaders of this world smoked this stuff
Wars would cease in two seconds max
BTW, politics can suck my. . .
I’m different from even the guys I hang with
Bet you thought I was like you
You’re obsessed with cash but you’re not Rango**
Don’t give me the same nonsense your parents swallow
You’re fucked up, you get a ride home
Mix pills and whisky, tragic
You’ll end up like Octave Parango
 
[Chorus ]
The name’s Palpal
With or without pretext, we celebrate
They call me Palpal
The haters force themselves
I swore Palpal
I hear nothing but I can read their lips
And I read Palpal
In two words Palpal
Hey Hey Hey Hey
 
[Verse 3]
An asshole and a good guy in the same body
A love letter and a knife in the
same box
I’ll do all I can to be liked, like
The doctor who says you’re HIV negative
A brother or a superhero
If all the smart guys are sad
I prefer to be a happy imbecile
I want a world where everything’s free
Society has made me a hammer
I take note of everything I buy
Since my first McDonald’s
I’d really like to give lessons
But I’m just a simple Toubab
It’s hard to have the fame of 2pac
When you’ve got a pale look
 
[Conclusion]
Ok, Pal knows how to express himself, but he knows the white trash life
This idiot’s proud, sometimes, he screams, at times, he spits
Maybe wealth alone doesn’t make one happy
But trust me, poverty is a river of pain.
I forgot my umbrella
In case it rains dollars
 


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