LEARN LYRICS

I preferred to leave and isolate myself

Mom, how can I tell you I'm sorry

The counselor clearly neglected me

And me like a dummy I said OK

And every day I think about quitting

People wanna make me into an entity

I'm gonna drop everything

I'm just a man, I'll end up dying

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

Me too bros, I wanna bail

Join all my own, the dingaris

Paris is Alcatraz

Sick of fines and all that pile of paperwork

Their heart's black and thin like a Senegalese

Hearing them you'd think bleeding was required

I want my wife, my deen, my kids

For that, believe me

I'll use all my strength

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

Forgive me grandma please

I'd have come back to see you if I had more cash

But you know it's not easy here either

In France the hustle slaps us too

Sorry to the math, English and French teachers

Don't worry my dad beat me up enough

Sorry Mister banker

But if I bounce you won't miss me

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

Mom, Dad, I'm telling you 'On diarama'

I know in your heads you're already over there

I keep saying I've got it but I don't have faith

I acted like a fool and started from the end

I shouldn't have jumped in

Into music when I was little

I should've listened to Dad when I was little

I feel guilty

When I see everything that this place did to you

This kuffar country

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

And I had to tread the pavement

Step by step I tell myself it's not real

Dad, Mom, guys, sorry

I feel like isolating myself

I preferred to leave and isolate myself

Mom, how can I tell you I'm sorry

The counselor clearly neglected me

And me like a dummy I said OK