It's Rémy
Good luck

I walk with the same ones
Bro, don't come and put sticks in my paws
Eternal, we won't be, so I live as if I won't stop
And for the gang, I could have given everything, that's what I did
I'm not here to talk too much, no longer here for the talks
I come out of the basket, I don't have the villa, the garden, the small entrance
A big cane for grandpa, it's not worth ten years in prison
Is it just me or is it only white people who have a midlife crisis
I have the heart of a child, I put my emotions in brackets
And when you're a parent, it must be hard to raise a child alone
But her, before choosing the dad, she looks at his goal 7
Vovo red, little lost girl makes balloons
She avoids her parents, when she comes home, she avoids the living room
Family, important, but no one talked to us
Rain, good weather, not on a pebble beach
I didn't make myself solo, I was helped, fortunately
But that's life, it would be bland, if we never talked
Not all girls like Chanel, some don't care about luxury
Some are a bit shy, who lower their eyes in the street
I can't tell her she attracts me, reserved, I come down from the tower
Still words to avoid, still ice cubes in the oven
On the alley, I saw the one who comes home with a broken back
With a stained backpack, a life without hidden happiness
Twenty-three years of marriage, cheated zero times, but routine will kill
A beautiful love and this little couple in debt to the state
But we prefer summer, we prefer the 'cups
Less problems in the head, just, we go upstairs
Excess is good in nothing, it must be done equally
You rap, but it's like we hear nothing
For now, I'm waiting here, I'm not bad, I've done too much
For two or three trophies, but you have to know how to leave regrets
And you have to know how to love, so we call ourselves Andy, tell me and my beautiful Latina
I put on my best jeans, I didn't pay in dinars
I tell the truth, but you didn't let me talk
I'm waiting for the end of the year to count all that I missed
Ambitions become payable, but failing is free
I have to choose between a monotonous life or suffering in my madness
Make me understand, I'm not happy, or maybe too aware
With what do I compensate when I take life with latency?
I play with fire all the time, but I still burn myself
Like when I should have cut contact a long time ago
We love to pilot, smoke weed late
With alcohol, we become too cheeky, autopilot mode
There's still time to dust off my old dreams
There's a time for everything, but at some point, you have to catch the sky
Behind the mic, there's the whole team that believes in me
Hey, guys, do I stop here, or do I do one more sixteen?
Make a choice, stay here, go far
In truth, whether I do it well or badly, they will talk, these sons of bitches

It's good, we got it, we got it
Is it square?
Very hot, my bro', very hot, the verse
You're crazy, go ahead, huh, I'm going to pose, huh
Yes, ah, you put in the dark?
Go ahead, I stay in the dark, eh

I confide very little, fortunately, I have my music
And I don't need to talk
I'm like my friend, without his detailed verse
Go elsewhere, to never come back
Here, the days loop like the sample or our years
Sports betting on the beginnings of the month
The story is written without "once upon a time"
Indebt the princes of seduction
Already small, I thought about making money
Looking towards the street, I wasn't made for studies, me
And now, I understood that my greatest power
It's my heart and my faith, you got it, or not?
I'm not going to soften you, singing Ave Maria has a crazy atmosphere
Frozen nights and when waking up, no, there's not the sun of Naples
Too many friends lost their virginity in brothels
Broken faces that you're not likely to see
They like to move too little, and when I leave
I feel like I'm betraying something
No poetry when we stirred up shit
When I got up early for a very small salary
And now, where do my taxes go, huh?
Where do my taxes go?
Everything is rotten, the school in the neighborhood, up to the hospital function
I'm moving forward while protecting my back
It suits them, that there are poor people
It suits the arms dealer, that there's war
I don't know who to believe, or who to trust
Sometimes, listening to your heart is nonsense
There will always be differences between what we say and what we do
What we think, I plead self-defense
It smells less like money than the smell of gasoline
I give all my strength for a friend in convalescence
So, I write endless verses where all the rhymes chain
Of course, I write my texts, it's not a movie, no staging
Time flies, finished, the pleasures of the twenties
Yet, we are the same
Whether we are the son of a divorce or the son of the caretaker

Good luck

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