Immature Parole – Cuir

Immature Parole by Cuir

Imma
Imma
Immature
Complètement immature

Culture de la désinvolture
Y’a pas d’secret, pas d’doublure
Élevé dans la biture
J’suis resté qu’un sale gosse

Dans l’incandescence de l’adolescence
Doigt d’honneur, c’est gratos
Maîtrise de la nonchalance
Imma

Imma
Immature
Envie de tags dans les rues d’la ville
Revolte juvénile

Embrouille avec les cognes
Menottes aux poignets, une nuit en taule
Et comme un ptit connard, J’crache encore sur les trottoirs
Toujours les mains dans les poches, je traîne, je glande, comme un mioche

Imma imma imma imma imma imma immature
Imma imma imma imma imma imma immature
Imma imma imma imma immature
Complètement immature

Imma imma imma imma immature
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Immature Lyrics English

Imma
Imma
Immature
Completely immature

Culture of casualness
There is no secret, no lining
High in the bite
I remained that a dirty kid

In the incandescent of adolescence
Finger of honor, it’s free
Nonchalance mastery
Imma

Imma
Immature
Fancy tags in the streets of the city
Juvenile

Murdly with the knocks
Handcuffs with cuffs, one night in jail
And like a little #ssh#l#, I still hang on the sidewalks
Always hands in my pockets, I hang out, I gland, like a cute

Imma Imma Imma Imma Imma Immature
Imma Imma Imma Imma Imma Immature
Imma imma imma immature
Completely immature

Imma imma imma immature
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com

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