Lyrics: Samba Jean-Baptiste/Marcelo F Montero
Music: Samba Jean-Baptiste/Marcelo F Montero
[Spoken]
He died
Without a word
His dry eyes looked at me
Indifferent, inattentive
Unaware, unobservant
Oblivious
That's part of who he is
He doesn't notice
So what did I do?
I let it go
(Dispatcher's phone call)
[Verse 1: Samba Jean-Baptiste]
Rolling my dice
I'm rolling my eyes
We're too far apart
You decide
If all move the cards
Play two of a kind
I'm saving my luck
Fish on the sky
Tell me my darling
Am I still on your mind?
Or just blink if I'm doomed
I'm living a lie
While I'm hunting the truth
Wasting my time
Gonna burn in my youth
The silence don't mean nothing to me
[Verse 2: Rockie Rode]
Falling inside
Seeping my heart is
Pray the night pass me by
But the days keep moving one at time
Time
Tout va bien se passer
[Verse 3: Samba Jean-Baptiste]
I'm writing you just in time
She hitting me back, surprise
I'm sitting here living a lie
Its looking me right in the eyes
These pushups is making me stronger
My muscles are double the size
The love I can put niggas on
I'm shining the light on the guys
I can't always do what I want
I try on the pressure for size
You gave me a taste of my medicine
I check if the flavor was right
Right do
(Yeah)
Menu
(Yeah)
Tuna fish in tin cans
Tough guys
(Yeah)
Cold nights
(Yeah)
Perfect smiles
'N wristbands
This is the flavor of life