And I had to slap cheeks
I still live day by day
This is the Court of Miracles
I had to change France with a residence permit
Always in this kind of life
There were no open doors so I broke the window
If love makes blind, you can call me "Daredevil"
And a few bullets are enough to shake Paris
In this kind of car
That makes these girls fantasize
Six hundred and fifty k of autonomy
I thank mom because she gave me life

And I thank mom because she gave me life
Gave life
Gave life
Gave life
I thank mom because she gave me life

Cap, glasses, beard
I think you got the wrong style
F2, Maserati
I think you got the wrong life
I had to push, move to be able to touch my girl
You, you get laid, roughed up because you touched the girl
Of a guy from Marseille, in the south, still behind bars
Come on, I intervene, tell me what's your rate?
It claims various things
Look me straight in the shoes
Everything is a question of money
Will the people catch me if I throw myself into the crowd?

And I thank mom because she gave me life
Gave life
Gave life
Gave life
I thank mom because she gave me life

Bad boy ghetto, bad boy ghetto
The dream of the little one down there is to ride a motorcycle
Instead of revising his philosophy courses
He wonders who was rowing in the boat
I said, "bad boy ghetto, bad boy ghetto
The dream of the little one down there is to ride a motorcycle"
It's the hunger that gets us up at odd hours
We wonder who was rowing in the boat

On board the Mustang, I don't see anyone anymore
The account is full, that's why the phone rings
We have to go, the road is long, long, long
We have to go, the road is long, long, long

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