Walking into Paris
To become soûlard
That means drunk
And it's so pretty
And my friends are with me
And I don't know the word for dope
But I bet I'm stoned later
I'm not alone
Someone will help me
My friends are with me
Even Ron's here
That's probably 'cause
He has to track important stuff on his phone
But I'm not gonna sweat work related shit now
'Cause my friends are with me
And it's gonna be a good day
Even though I'm the only guy in a tie
What's your name?
You can run free, Thomash.
You can go. We didn't buy you to, like, buy you.
We bought you so you don't have to play the fucking accordion
your whole life, man.
Go, Thomash.
We hate you.
Leave.
You have...
a fucked up face.
And a fucked up little haircut.
Go, little douche.
Careful, Mouse.
This way.
Here it is.
Careful.
Here it is.
Hey, what's your problem?
What are you doing? blem?