No, but there's no more, there's no more rock, there's no more rocker, there's no more rocker
We have to be honest, we have to be honest, who's left?

Be happy for me, I'm making money (money)
Don't be jealous, don't be bad (bad)
Heuss The Bastard fea-geat the V
Noon-noon, Echelon
The critical makes you hot, ah
Do you think that's rock 'n' roll?
Playing guitar in the studio?
Oh no, no, no

They told me, "don't spit in the soup", it's too late, I've already pissed in it
Don't forget that I'm not seventeen, you know my past
Orchestra conductor in tracksuit, I'm still as surprising
I arrive, it's hot in front, it's hot, guys, it's not like before
I know they're jealous, they can talk, people
If I hadn't té-chan, they'd all be strangers
They shake my hand but they want to strangle me
Stay dog and watch me count, uncork the bottle of Dom Pé'
I drink it all alone, all for my mouth, I'm sure not to be wrong
You know, sometimes, I don't know who to count on
My friends, it's family, I can count them on one hand
But two fingers from cutting off a finger to be better surrounded
You tell me, "congratulations" but, son of a bitch, I know you're disgusted
You can't do anything, you're not going to do anything, you can only listen to me

My cousin, it's still me, there, there's my guy Bantou tah Douala
Showcase, concerts, platinum, I don't answer you, there, I'm not there
But don't worry, I'm not far
I'm in your wife or at the neighbor's
I take the skates, it's me, I shit in her vagina
Be happy for me, I'm making money (money)
Don't be jealous, don't be bad (bad)
Heuss The Bastard fea-geat the V
Noon-noon, Echelon
The critical makes you hot, ah
Do you think that's rock 'n' roll?
Playing guitar in the studio?
Oh no, no, no

They all talk to me about recognition
But when the heuss drank gasoline
I fuck your girlfriend, your sister, your aunt the whore
I take her in all directions
Before the moulaga, these big sluts, they spoke Chinese-ga
They know I've mailed-gué
I picked up this fucking lise-va-ga
I hear they're talking about me
But I say nothing, I count my kichta-ga
I buy cellophane to compress it and then squer-ma-ga
Sometimes, I'm too paranoid but, don't worry, I'm not in gomorra
I'm not Savastano, I'm more toto Riinà
Gelled with hooligans like grande that's it, I've grown up
I have the pecs to Chang Lee, I'm not Shaggy, I can't sing
You see all that I swallow, anyway, me, I fuck them
I never move forward without money, vertical horizon
In the wine cellar with the V, we are more than twenty
You want me in your box? I want more than twenty
Ask the S, to count, I need more hands

My cousin, it's still me, there, there's my guy Bantou tah Douala
Showcase, concerts, platinum, I don't answer you, there, I'm not there
But don't worry, I'm not far
I'm in your wife or at the neighbor's
I take the skates, it's me, I shit in her vagina
Be happy for me, I'm making money (money)
Don't be jealous, don't be bad (bad)
Heuss The Bastard fea-geat the V
Noon-noon, Echelon
The critical makes you hot, ah
Do you think that's rock 'n' roll?
Playing guitar in the studio?
Oh no, no, no

That's rock, ah, you have no family, you don't even have a father
Maybe, you never had one
You can commit suicide at any moment
Oh no, no, no
Oh no, no, no

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