Ah la, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la kilié
Rumba to kill the goblins, to break free
I signed the court with a brush of enamel
Deep, all the way to the grave, grave, grave, grave
From all the balconies, they throw the carnations
I’m melting like Alice in the land of Chanel
Clocks ticking away the hours of work
And pins that prick but there’s no workshop
I want my cup of tea, whether it’s mate or matcha
I want my name marked, I’ve cleared that path with a machete
The captain of the sea splits the waves in the boat
Couplets from the past century, and look at how she delivers
Ah la, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la kilié
Rumba to kill goblins, to break free
I signed the court with a brush of enamel
Deep, all the way to the grave, grave, grave, grave
If Moses parted seas, she parts hearts
Reflections in Cartier mirrors are blurry
Cold Coco that to me seemed like a frappé
I’m lost until I find my signs written
I want my cup of tea, whether it’s mate or matcha
I want my name marked, I’ve cleared that path with a machete
The captain of the sea splits the waves in the boat
Couplets from the past century, and look at how she delivers
Ah la, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la kilié
Rumba to kill goblins, to break free
I signed the court with a brush of enamel
Deep, all the way to the grave, grave, grave, grave
Grave, grave, grave
Grave, grave
Grave, grave, grave
Grave
Look at the hookah
Look at it and smoke
Look at the hookah
Look at it, look at the hookah
Ah la, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la ki, la kilié
Rumba to kill goblins, to break free
I signed the court with a brush of enamel
Deep, all the way to the grave, grave, grave, grave
Grave, grave, grave
Grave, grave
Grave, grave, grave
Grave