Текст песни Flow - Yves Paquet

My last companion was a friend of my foes
Love didn′t kill me but we got pretty close
Ten rough months later and I'm ready to go
A ship has sailed, I gotta work on my flow

My last companion left my heart on the floor
Nights at the beachside, now the mornings are cold
10000 claims when you got nothing to show
Don′t call me up, I gotta work on my flow

Smile on your face when you say what you've done
When the smoke clears, you know that I'll be gone, I′ll be gone
I′ll be gone