[Lyrics to "SCANDINAVIAN INTERIOR"]

[Intro]
Spanish model in doggy on scandinavian chair
You were stupid, she wanted revenge
Fuck his mother (fuck his mother, fuck his mother)
I fucked your girlfriend all night
Check

[Verse 1]
Loft neon lights light up the floor
Yeah, I did, I'll be clear, the blood
I advance on the course that others retrace
There are colors that spring from our paintings
And no more lights on our shadows, we refused aid
There, I’m on the album, I'm going to say "no" to scenes
I'm free when I say "no" to ten bullets (to ten bullets)
That the D.A, I refuse showcases at 10k (at 10k)
If you see me on the Champs, it’s just for Adidas (for Adidas)
I'm not doing this for the money but still
Otherwise, I lock myself in, I make ten titles
From Panama to Tennessee
The smell of bourbon caresses us
Thank you to those we meet and who pretend not to cala us

[Bridge]
Fuck his mother
I'm not doing this for the money but still
Spanish model in doggy on scandinavian chair
Spanish model in doggy on scandinavian chair
[Verse 2]
Leave the piano notes lying around, fuck the plug
We made enough cash to say "Fuck the bonus"
I stay in my corner, I have to write the rest
Come on, let's fuck near Bir Hakeim like before, when we took the 6
The other, he wanted my buzz and the agent, he wants my cons', my shoelaces
It's over, there's too much passive
They broke 9.2, our kids will grow up near Passy
The atmosphere, it was tense, almost unhealthy

[Bridge]
You want cques-Ja, it's expensive to advertise
She cost you your relationship, that’s expensive bitch
They broke 9.2, our kids will grow up near Passy
The atmosphere, it was tense, almost unhealthy
You want cques-Ja, it’s expensive to advertise
She cost you your relationship, that's expensive bitch

[Verse 3]
You can leave messages, don’t think I'm calling back
Before I bring in the money, the daron, he didn't know that I was rapping
NBOW, snipers, big piss
We are blessed bad boys, without the slightest tattoo
She's tie-par, you can only blame yourself
The night will be dark but creative
She wants to do it creatively
It’s over, it's over, it was recreational
Fuck off, I fucked you in theme parks
2006, I was alone on the pier
And come, we hide our faces
Time slips through the hands of those who seek the terms
[Outtro]
You want cques-Ja, it's expensive to advertise
She cost you your relationship, that's expensive, bitch