From Monday to Sunday, stuck in my head
My life is a Sundance film, sometimes it happens
I prefer to stay out of trouble
But I have two, three joints if you're bored

We remain locked in air bubbles, even after the downpour
I'm not going to tell you that I could have done it, I go or I shut up
I prefer to stay out of trouble
But I have two, three joints if you're bored

All this, it's the others
We're going to leave that to others
Since hell is others
Why want to be like others?

Sometimes, I think about injustices
In a world where to be a cop you would need a Master's degree
There's no more reason to be afraid than to be serene
If I offer a million, it's not for meringue pies
When I was little, I could kill a brother with all my stories
From that time, I learned that the most important thing is to believe
But a jerk who believes too much, I hate that
Live at least your life my big, if you don't live your texts
I drop this step by step like in Hermann Hesse's book
One day one more line and I'm not talking about S, she-devil
Just a human stuck in the mass of air
Don't confuse your destiny and the handle, don't let anyone belittle you
Our surroundings sweat our faults, watch the company
But our qualities too so we keep the same foundations
Always discreet, worse than a Freemason in training
And like a big boy, I smoke the instrumental in thirty ways

From Monday to Sunday, stuck in my head
My life is a Sundance film, sometimes it happens
I prefer to stay out of trouble
But I have two, three joints if you're bored
We remain locked in air bubbles, even after the downpour
I'm not going to tell you that I could have done it, I go or I shut up
I prefer to stay out of trouble
But I have two, three joints if you're bored

All this, it's the others
We're going to leave that to others
Since hell is others
Why want to be like others?

All this, it's the others
We're going to leave that to others
Since hell is others
Why want to be like others?

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