Nicolas Jaar
I Got A Woman
Damn bro
Damn
You know this shit been rattling my brain
Like that old Maze song, "Joy and Pain", know what I'm saying?
Straight up woman problems dogg, straight up
Check this out

[DJ Most Chillin]
Have you ever loved somebody
Been soulmates with that somebody
Explored each others bodies
And that harmony's beautiful
Everything's magical, the chemistry's natural
But it turns utterly hurtful and less polite
When you argue and fight
Things we say keep us up at night
A piercing rage like iron spikes
Feeling like there's holes in your life
My baby mama, my so-called wife
Ain't nothing but spite embodied
From Hell's depths she stalked me
Whispered romance softly
That pink pentagram caught me
She fucking got me
In a heartbeat, a blink of an eyelash
Her vicious nature and deadly wrath revealed
A scarlet hourglass fills my blood with the chill
No god, no sort of magic can undo this damage
Her façade, her schemes and her tactics
In the demon spiders web and she's about to ravage
Tears of a clown and a heart of ashes
[Chorus]
(I got a woman)
And she's crazy as fuck
That's why I drink and do drugs
(I got a woman)
And she's crazy as fuck
That's why I drink and do drugs

[DJ Surface]
I don't know what to write
Suicide pushes things out of my mind
I can't live with the spite
Now there's bottles on the mantle
While the powers herd the cattle
It's an uphill battle
On the topic of love, raindrops on an anthill
Graduate from college, shit that's real
Get myself a square meal while I figure out my next move
I hope I can impress you
My family, CRK crew
Remember what I told you
Don't wait for love, it's hopeless
You gotta find the focus
Or else you like a roach, kid
Yo good work, but now you gotta get back to work
Your lurkin's making me nervous
Don't make me, an MC, have to merc kids
It's DJ Surface
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See?

[Outro]
Dans l’Arabie des trois midis
Des tours aux fronts de caïmans
Dans l’Arabie de ta peau neuve
Et des turbans de rêve noir
Le feu tinte dans les cloches
Douce est la parole de l’eau