Funky beats, Barrow Street Walking with your dog I see you, You see me Then we stop & talk Later on, some cafe Thinking what you said Children laugh
I've known for a long time, the kind of girl you are Of a smile that covers teardrops, the way your head yields to your heart Of things you've kept inside
My neighbours in the real world Are like the people in my dreams The numb walk with the wicked And I walk in between They're really hard to talk to But
?En donde estais, Donde parais? ?Estais de cona, O de que vais? ?Estais ahi? ?Venga, salid! ?Es que no queda nadie Por aqui? ...?O si??Donde se puede
I've known for a long time The kind of girl you are Of a smile that covers teardrops The way your head yields to your heart Of things you've kept inside
Best thing I ever saw Was a man who loved his wife In a place where things were good I felt peace in the neighbourhood That feeling in the air Something
Standin' here, on this old familiar porch I know this welcome mat ain't meant for me I can't believe you even opened up the door You always were much
So many people in the neighborhood So many people in the neighborhood So many people in the neighborhood I don't know if they're very good people So
J'ai toujours prefere aux voisins les voisines Dont les ombres chinoises ondulent sur les volets Je me suis invente un amour pantomime Ou glissent en
I've known for a long time The kind of girl you are. Of a smile that covers teardrops, The way your head yields to you heart. Of things you've kept inside
The black cat neighbourhood Licking, licking on the street Licking, licking on the street You know you're not inviteed Tidbits, tidbits are all you get
On est p't'etre pas fait pour tous s'entendre, comme au telephone, mais vive la technologie. J'exporte ma gamberge, a travers c'microphone. Pose a polygone
Funky beats, Barrow Street Walking with your dog I see you, You see me Then we stop and talk Later on, some cafe Thinking what you said Children laugh
Hanging by a thread From the tree of this life I've been spinning round and round and round Inside my flesh cocoon An old beat up Pinto might be what
(Bonus track) [feat. Mike Bigga] [Verse 1: Chiddy] Come take a look in my neighborhood, another day up in the ghetto And grandma cookin' got the breakfast
Refrain : Si tu vois les gosses dans les quartiers c?est fou Tout le monde represente son coin en tant qu?individu Si tu vois les gosses dans les quartiers
No importa si reportas, si no aportas la luz te cortan Si el bolsillo se desborda te abordan como una foto gorda No se dan cuenta que el lujo los manipula