I'm lucky not to look like them
Mom is proud, I left the corner
But I'm far from the finish line
No driver holds the door for me, yeah

Yeah, the most tired in the room
I feel the stress, eh
Where boys grow up, troubles know the address
Yet we stay, yet we stay, but
One day, someone told me about angels
Since then, without lying, I wonder what they're doing
In my head, and nothing changes
I dream of a beautiful bitch who fills the bottom of my bag
Eh, the same bills that drove me crazy
Eh, and I'll come back to give you gold
Sworn, I don't want you to say "thank you"
And I'll come back to you from time to time

I'm lucky not to look like them
Mom is proud, I left the corner
But I'm far from the finish line
No driver holds the door for me, yeah

I already feel like a slave to my money
I already feel like a slave to my money
I already feel like a slave to my money

The voice of my son on a memo
It's been a year and a half I only see phones
Nothing changes, I lose the connection
Every time I turn a street
I feel like I've been there before for the wrong reasons
And I'm losing my mind
I walked again from Jaurès to Père Lachaise
To get my coin like a zombie
We don't care if you like what you're paid
Dude, I'm going to make sure they know my price

I ride around four in the morning
Nothing stops the pain
Except for recounting the tales
No matter the color
The black guy tries to wipe his tears
At the shrink's, sometimes in a lady's skirts
I make plans that should drive them crazy
I made deals that should have made my life simpler

And when Lucifer whispers his most beautiful secrets
It's the arm wrestling between the heart and reason
In chasing the paper, we trample on the shards
And if they ever ask you the question, tell them

I'm lucky not to look like them
Mom is proud, I left the corner
But I'm far from the finish line
No driver holds the door for me, yeah

I already feel like a slave to my money
I already feel like a slave to my money
I already feel like a slave to my money

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