Lyrics: Julien Glabs/Nicolas FERTEUX
Music: Erik Satie
Gymnopé die no. 1
New York, give me the hi
Trust me you wanna be high
So just be alive for this
Give vibes to this
Live from the 715
J.R. you know I’ve been the guide
It seems hard
There’s no peer power from the turf
And that’s the worse
There’s the earth
To the crutch
For a bottom like this
Give you a rust like this
Me and my 1.1.s we never slept
We stayed up
The line got
The line got
The line got
The line got
(vocal samples: blind till you stop pullin’)
This is the sound that the gods will play
To part the clouds
Live rounds for the guards
Straight man down
These vibes for the night
When the high is right
Take flight lean sideways
We mustn’t disguise
Blunts rolled in a black pouch
Roaming back streets around south
All my boys we hit that loud
Till the vibe when they blast out
And then we show you’s that can lean
What we all about
Then we get portion of the earth
Hopes in a hearse
Buried in the dirt
With the worst and the best
Life’s always simple
Yet we make it complex
At least there’s magazines and dough’s you set