Текст песни Maison Hantée - Blaksmif

Notre père qui es aux cieux
Que ton nom soit sanctifié que ton règne vienne
que ta volonté soit faite sur la Terre comme au ciel
Donne-nous aujourd'hui notre pain de ce jour;
pardon me-nous no's offensés,
comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés;
et ne nous soumet pas à la tentation, mais délivre-nous du Mal.
Car c'est à toi qu'appartienne, le règne,
la puissance et la gloire,
pour les siècles des siècles.
Amen

Uh
It's like this and like that and like this and uh
It's been a while since i seen you
I been missing ya
And I know at the end
I was distant but
it says nothing bout the feelings smif
was left dealing with
Shit
I didn't think that it could get as real as this
Blocked outta my mind
tryna survive
And since you didn't
The pain I've been hiding inside
wish you could listen
wish you could listen
Maybe this is what karma is like
Took you for granted
tryna fit the world all in one night
but didn't plan it
Vague memories
replayed in my brain
while you remain heavenly
seen you in a dream
and your age didn't change
I was grey, seventy
but after all of this time
The same energy
And after all of these wine and haze remedies
It takes every bit of strength
not to make enemies
Before words
appear in my notes
you can hear it in the quotes
That my spirit is broke
So a smile
for me is like mirrors and smoke
For awhile
I got pissed when niggas would joke

Cuz ain't shit funny to me
I gotta make sense
money is me
Ain't shit funny to me
It don't make sense

Never knew that I could love love love love like this
We used to love life now my love lifeless
I would spill
innocent blood
for one night
To blow a dub under club lights
Twisting skunk
Getting drunk
acting dumb hype
Calming y'all down from always starting up fights
The way it went down it wasn't right
we supposed to be shopping
copping crushed ice
Myrtle beach
biker week
treat the clutch right
Is that your warm presence
beaming through the sunlight
Or am I trying to be positive like a blood type
Who knew that Smif is
the the superstitious thug type
See even tho it
fucked me up
that you was leaving
The irony is that you gave me
something to believe in
Kept the devil off of my back
fighting soul demons
Tryna get across to me
With no treason
I couldn't leave my room a whole season
Was too shocked
Half the crew locked
they told your brother
through the food slot
out here tears tasting like blue dot
Your bitch already switching on you like the fuse popped

And ain't shit funny to me
I gotta make sense
Money is me
Nigga ain't shit funny to me
It don't make sense