Lyrics:

BUS, 17 hours
That we did something at the last hour
Your traits are that your fat
My spirit conetext
Patrice, played volleyball, and atmospheres
but i have some images, of your MAMA
Who, something hours...
We demand hospitality
The paradox of your mama makes me cry
Our rend something: EXIST
i have no clue...
People watchs, his corps play
bonne humeur HAHAHAHA
Then a few hours later
The front cover something, im a millionair.
Something about your father and a bonheur... HAHAHA

THE VIE SOMETHING FRAGILE

The crain...
Your humiliating
alot of something
bouger haha, whats that?
impossile
Song name....
DICCICULT SITUATIONS

Fragile vie

Your sister
our musqique

well im bored now...