Alright, I'm late
It's okay, wesh
Good evening sir
Yeah (fuck it's easy)
Can I get you something to drink?
Yeah, me, a mega Diplo'
Two, two megas, thanks

Possessed by entities that vibrate very low
My angels, my demons who get confused, I can't follow the debate
I want my dick sucked till death, to be served a meal with very greasy shit
My self-esteem in a pitiful state, for most of these assholes, I'm phenomenal
Money doesn't fall from the sky but when I throw my cash at a booty, my loves fly
Fuck, becoming famous, big, it's a bad plan
Even without a friend, I feel like I'm from the wrong camp
I can't laugh out loud anymore, too many strangers watching my steps (but no)
Splitting pills or fucking these 'cups till exhaustion
It brings a smile back to my face but painfully
I might start denigrating but, the platinum record, it's a stretch
I'm in a thick madness, in a dense delirium, terribly
Animated by hatred and paranoia, it's a crime, I think
Come sit on my delicious bong
If you varnish the bench, I'll rub your head on the all-white plaster
From the flames of hell, I hear the crackling, pour me another glass, I see the respite ahead

Ah yeah
Is everything going well?
(Yeah) do you want the same thing?
All the same, all the same
(Very well) spicier, yeah
With ice? (Spicier)
We don't give a fuck (just that, yeah)

If my desires change, I should one day be able to love myself
Even I look at myself and I don't come to help, is it me you're sucking or is it V.A.L.D.?
It's true that I get upset over trivialities, that I ask questions without much use
But, when I hate myself, it's not humility, no, it's that my demons have multiplied
I'm uncomfortable in my skin, like a pimply teenager, it won't change anything, my face under the crown
I make hardcore rap, I don't do the dome, I cut the vodka with Sumol
I don't want glory, this fool, but the more money I make, the more it's the same
I feel used, I suspect them, I have everything to be happy, that's why I uncork, wesh
Did I come to Earth to be a capitalist and get my dick sucked? Maybe
In any case, starting a family life, right now, it's like surreal
Either I rap, or I get high, in both cases, I dehumanize myself
I get high to forget that when I'm not high, I only do rap, do you visualize?

Excuse me, sir, we have people starting to complain (what?)
(Ah yeah, yeah, yeah) it's quite late (yeah, yeah, that's fine)
Precisely, if you could lower your voice a bit more (yeah, we'll lower it a bit)
(Go ahead, brother, eh) stop, go ahead lower it a bit
You don't know who I am or what? I always have my name on the list
Don't start (eeh!)

I always have my name on the list, always my sting on her pipe
She asks me "baby, when are you going to marry me?"
I answer "wait, I'm making money, only then, I'll take stock of my life"
When I'm adored, I run away, that's why I stare at the ceiling
Between two albums, I get bored, that's why I empty the bottle
I don't want to rot here as the prison guard said
No, five years I've had the same team, five years they know me more or less
They don't understand my genetics, they're still lost from my recipe, sometimes it weighs on me
At the slightest opportunity, I become the crazy one, the little jerk, the service junkie, a certain lost soul
But when I buy, it makes the little ones work, legalizing it would make the cops unemployed
I'm going to mark the era, I hurt myself more often than friends
If on the mic, I rock, it only brings back whores who only talk to me about J. R. R. Tolkien's rings
Oh, I don't do talk shows anymore, I think about dominating or making songs to clip on Porzo
Honey, move pom-pom, I dance like a drunk man, soon, I have Paul Pogba's salary

Uh sir, it's two in the morning, unfortunately we're going to close the establishment (ah)
Yeah, what's your problem with me, huh?
No, it's not that, it's not against you but, it's just that we're going to close the establishment
Let me finish my drink at least, cousin, are you serious? (eh, but we paid for the drink)
Bum!
Hey oh, I have to deliver the album in three days, when are we going to record the feat?
Aah, I'm going to make you a good one (ah, the bastard!)
No but it's okay, anyway.

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