I keep it moving, I don't read gossip
I've already read your future, you were stuck in the past
Can the losers let me live my life in peace?
Why are you telling lies about a franchise player?
All your heroes keep my number on speed dial
Hello, new phone, who's speaking?
My guy, I didn't set foot if you don't have a thousand pieces
It ain't no G pass for a cheap ass
On the metropolitan
One foot on the fast carpet
One hand on the gear stick
Two fingers for politeness (yes)
We drive at high speed to get the 56K
If you don't know what these steps are, it's the money dance (dance)
We outsmarted the police up to the Metropolis
I served you LLA to forget your problems
A little smoke and mirrors before something solid
Witness the second coming of serotonin
Stuntin', point the cameras at it
You thought I was never coming back, you never came back
From the back seat of the taxi to the front seat of the Boeing
No need to know how to drive where I'm going

I, just woke up with the life I dreamed of
Just woke up with the life I dreamed of
I said I, just woke up with the life I dreamed of
Roll the paper, count the paper, never empty-handed
We either getting paid or getting faded
What I call self made self medicated

Seen at the counter, disappeared in a hot country
Beach chair, pitcher by the sea shore
Sure, but what am I supposed to do on vacation?
All I know how to do is make records and break records (oh my God)
Are the backpackers still nostalgic?
Guess who's Jean-Sebastien back with his good old classics
With this kind of flow that my floss would pay dearly for
But I keep the game on lock and that's childproof
I'm back on my bullshit
Surrounded by misfits, every day is D-Day
We're about to roll over Paris smell that new cheese
They all think I'm American when I tell them where I live
We're going to take our reduced crew on Air France
No joker, one heart, two pairs of aces
Close the window, nostalgia to the losers
Man we have no class, except first class

I, just woke up with the life I dreamed of
Just woke up with the life I dreamed of
I said I, just woke up with the life I dreamed of
Roll the paper, count the paper, never empty-handed
We either getting paid or getting faded
What I call self made self medicated

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS