J'aime pas quand c'est trop parfait, je deviens parano, je me dis qu'il y à un truc qui cloche, et qu'il y à forcément anguille sous roche. Séquelle de l'esclavage.
I don't like when it's too perfect, I am becoming paranoid, I tell myself that it is a trick that Bell, and that it y to necessarily eel under rock.Sequelae of slavery.
I love not when it is too perfect, I become paranoid, I say to myself that there is a hint that bell, and that there are necessarily something fishy. hangover from slavery.