Suave

All you lovers & haters & bee savers & meat cravers & fatsoes & slim & slenders
This is your time to surrender
She’s Franster Bobanster and he’s Vini cheese
Liu can tell you his eyes’ll stop a gloomy breeze
Take time to take in all the differences
Quick, look at a map and all the fake fences
So what’s cooler?
To roll your Rs like in Aruba or Khartoum, where the Rs are dryer than the
desert
Say «Peace» like you won the cakewalk, y’all
Seed 'em, feed 'em, breed 'em, freedom, watch 'em grow tall
We’re from Montreal, Louisiana, Hong Kong
Italiana long gone
Yeah, our story’s random
Cuz Random Recipe can handle
Blowing out the candles
We’re in it for the gamble
Fans’ll go where we go
Sold out shows are lethal
So come on evil people
Join our supa sequel!
While we watch you classify this album
We’re smoking green in Holland
I’d like to go to a place I have never seen…
People, people, have you been where it’s cold
Where ice creates a bridge, life lives under the snow
People, people, have you been where it’s hot,
Life places stones for the sun on a clock
Okay, our turn to say what we believe our place is at
Since now my city’s on the map, uh
FRA
I’m from a place with identity crises
I’m from that place that plays with sensitive dice
DIY center where the hipsters play with gender
Where Hasidics are their neighbours
Everybody feels outnumbered
Languages are colors and colors have their own borders
Our borders have no grenades but hatred locked up for days
Genuine cinnamon on my coated opinion
Generation sweet-talking as they split in delirium
Ideas from the past are slowly fading, eroding
Heck, I can vote for a lady, can even marry a lady
All hell broke loose, said the party of douche
With the Barbie and the pooch in the Facebook group
FAB
Whoop whoop
Take it slow, take it easy
Like you gotta be careful
Whoop whoop
Take it slow, take it easy
Like a true breezy flow
Cool tool,
A boat is safe in the harbor but it ain’t what it’s built for
A corner’s full of surprises, stuck with no armor
Imagine on a slippery floor?
You want more? Go ahead, pick a door
Time is knocking back, mocking at no.4
So balance your act, head into place
Live on the edge, don’t take too much space
It takes so many different people in this world
I glance
At all the strangers and familiars
Kumbayah and dance