[Verse 1: Jase Harley]
I could see her tits through her thick sweater
I'm bought to go raw and I just met her
Say a prayer before I start this endeavor
Then maybe afterward I can think better
A glass of red wine to the bread winners
N***a toast that (toast that)
Take a picture of this for your friend's twitter (n***a post that)
Send out a tweet yelling YOLO
Doing a hundred in your Volvo
When time is something you borrow and every breath you take is your barcode
Well go ahead and scan my life
Despite it being something that I can't buy twice
I grew up in America, so yeah I'm right to live reckless and indulge in the things I like
We all love to play with the Devil she wear prada and stilettos
Got us acting irrate we don't settle
Til we face first with soft dirt and a shovel
So go ahead build your dreams
Live for the silver screen
I'm a run this shit til I rip my knees
And all the sidewalk ends Shell Silverstein
(Have fun)

[Chorus: Marc Bueller & Jase Harley] (In French)
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures

[Verse 2: Jase Harley]
I'm about to be president
N***a's should bow to my excellence
And I ain't scared of your exodus
I might just send out a plague or pestilence
I'm all good y'all n***as pessimists
I mean look everything I do here is effortless
Damn near checked off everything on my effort list
Why ya'll broke n***as complain about the deficit
I don't really want to complain about your preferences
I'm moving up like that man on the Jeffersons
Your TV fills your brain full of messages
I'm here to explain what the message is
ASCAP, BMI and the record biz
A&R's and executives
Somebody better tell them how I'm wrecking shit
Ambulance can't even sort through the wreckages
Nothing left because I'm eating it for breakfasts
But nothing goes deeper than this breath I get
Cottonmouth got him leaning for the beverages
So they tell me drive slow homie
Boy you know I got O's on me
That loud like Bose homie
This "O" three hundred
Like I bowl homie
Have fun

[Chorus: Marc Bueller & Jase Harley] (In French)
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures

[Bridge: Jase Harley]

Midnights in Midhattan
Nights in this life demand action
My connect want to hype my air maxes
We want to just have fun
I'm like just finite the transaction
Shorty know my pipe is fantastic
She want to blow me like an air mattress
She want to just have fun
My homie said keep her with a fat purse
But catering to the pussy make her act worse
Wine dripping over keys when I'm at work
We want to just have fun
Bridging the old and new until the gap blurs
Fashion that n***as ask "What is that worth?"
So if the devil wears prada and a black shirt
I guess I'm a catch fire when I'm at church

[Chorus: Marc Bueller & Jase Harley] (In French)
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures