Wake up Wake up
Back up, Kick it
The boat can shake, never mother fucking sink it
Say hello to the city of fights
Where everybody’s fucked and everything is bright
Far from the trees in the city city
Suburb, periphery
I grew up here
Fear for tears
Shadows of the block in my memories
Go!
You better deal with this
You better you better you better you better you better deal with this
The style of Neo-Paris
Representing Neo-Paris
Open it Open it Open it up
This reversed book with a strange look
Red bike, towers, psycho powers
Big explosion between all these suckers
Save the bridge, cut the padlock
Watching over myself, demolition of the bad luck
Build something from nothing
Sayonara to this world I’m becoming
A mother fucking Saiya-Jin
You better deal with this
You better you better you better you better you better deal with this
The style of Neo-Paris
Representing Neo-Paris
You better deal, deal with this
The way you see my city is glitched
Between light and shade something is born
Where the city is huge the man is alone
A dome above my head, my home, I’m gone
With the weight of the world stuck on my own
Headshot (Headshot) takes the place of the French kiss
And my Shonen rage is a bliss
In the end you know nothing about this
As long as you haven’t walked the streets… Of Neo Paris