LEARN LYRICS

HRNN, Nino V
Life goes on
Omerta 47
At the bus stop
Our faces are flagged by Interpol
Blood on my Asics
I remember you were on the ground, pale
Two, three chicks
Or two, three cops questioning me
There's loads of flour
And loads of junkies call me Paul
Tonight I'm out
Need a Richard Mille before I'm thirty
I lost count of 30-kilo packs of hard
How to bloom among nettles? Ooh
The traffic is international, so imagine the sentence
I dodge the national police before I land in Fresnes
Ten grand at half-time
The pitch don't know unemployment
Gotta pay the sums or face interest and damage
The traffic is international, so imagine the sentence
I dodge the national police before I land in Fresnes
Ten grand at half-time
The pitch don't know unemployment
Stacks of bills
Guns piled up like in Top Boy
Only sawn-off shotguns
Always tooled up like a cowboy
Grey RS4, you ain't got time to scream
Before they touch your collar
Tell me who to trust
I hop back on the scooter, you won't be lucky
Tonight I'm out
Need a Richard Mille before I'm thirty
I lost count of 30-kilo packs of hard
How to bloom among nettles? Ooh
The traffic is international, so imagine the sentence
I dodge the national police before I land in Fresnes
Ten grand at half-time
The pitch don't know unemployment
Gotta pay the sums or face interest and damage
The traffic is international, so imagine the sentence
I dodge the national police before I land in Fresnes
Ten grand at half-time
The pitch don't know unemployment
Life goes on
Omerta 47, pew, pew, pew, pew