*Crazy man going off in the STM metro* La STM vous souhaite la bienvenue a bord! Now this a story about a girl I fell in love with. I swear this girl to me was God’s gift This girl helped made me the man I am today. Where she’s concerned, there would always be brighter days And people would always have nice things to say about her. How she helped them get through the days with curses With her, I felt like I won the Lotto Max. We always had good times, I would feel relaxed She was something beautiful to look at and admire. Showing her to the world was my desire She was bilingual and multicultural. Although she mostly spoke in French, I still had love for her And her favourite food was poutine. But she would always get mean mugs from lots of hockey teams And people would always compare her to Drake’s wife that had a much bigger shape but this girl was my life This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This girl Mirah was magnificent, amazing and intelligent I would notice that she had holes on body. Upsetting to see but she kept it on her body And Mirah was raised by her parents, Q & C. She tried to break free from her racist family tree But no matter what, she was always good to me. She never let her history get between her and me But over the years, I noticed she started to change. The day she let the government get to her, she wasn’t the same Mirah started to act in ways that was irrational. Displaying behaviour that was unacceptable Her heart went from warm to cold fast like the weather. A weird, sudden turn. I prayed that she got better But unfortunately, she gotten worse as time went on. To this day, I still question where did things go wrong This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad Mirah had changed so much, it was hard to recognize her. A completely different person. This cannot be her This was not the same girl I fell in love with. Dirty politics had made this girl mad different She became violent and grabbed the guns and knives. She then raised the death rate by taking people’s lives She became disliked by a lot of people. Lots of people would complain of how she gave them trouble She harassed black people like it was nothing. To others, she was unsupportive and was always hating She became more and more just like her parents, she discriminated against those who didn’t speak in French As much I really want to break up with her, I can’t. Cause I still see her beauty despite the dirt on her hands And this girl was Montreal that Is Real As Hell. If you are listening, please improve the MTL This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad

La STM vous souhaite la bienvenue a bord! Now this a story about a girl I fell in love with. I swear this girl to me was God’s gift This girl helped made me the man I am today. Where she’s concerned, there would always be brighter days And people would always have nice things to say about her. How she helped them get through the days with curses With her, I felt like I won the Lotto Max. We always had good times, I would feel relaxed She was something beautiful to look at and admire. Showing her to the world was my desire She was bilingual and multicultural. Although she mostly spoke in French, I still had love for her And her favourite food was poutine. But she would always get mean mugs from lots of hockey teams And people would always compare her to Drake’s wife that had a much bigger shape but this girl was my life This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This girl Mirah was magnificent, amazing and intelligent I would notice that she had holes on body. Upsetting to see but she kept it on her body And Mirah was raised by her parents, Q & C. She tried to break free from her racist family tree But no matter what, she was always good to me. She never let her history get between her and me But over the years, I noticed she started to change. The day she let the government get to her, she wasn’t the same Mirah started to act in ways that was irrational. Displaying behaviour that was unacceptable Her heart went from warm to cold fast like the weather. A weird, sudden turn. I prayed that she got better But unfortunately, she gotten worse as time went on. To this day, I still question where did things go wrong This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad Mirah had changed so much, it was hard to recognize her. A completely different person. This cannot be her This was not the same girl I fell in love with. Dirty politics had made this girl mad different She became violent and grabbed the guns and knives. She then raised the death rate by taking people’s lives She became disliked by a lot of people. Lots of people would complain of how she gave them trouble She harassed black people like it was nothing. To others, she was unsupportive and was always hating She became more and more just like her parents, she discriminated against those who didn’t speak in French As much I really want to break up with her, I can’t. Cause I still see her beauty despite the dirt on her hands And this girl was Montreal that Is Real As Hell. If you are listening, please improve the MTL This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad This song goes to this girl named Mirah. Can’t forget the simple times when I think of her. I just think back on the good times we had. She had always held me down when things got mad