Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't know how I did it but I'm going on tour with my guys
My parents are supporting me down there always stuck at the bar
Always late at night I'm repairing my lost conscience
I'm getting ready I'm asking to see if the competition is ready
Because they're talking about us, in our heads we're becoming stars
We lose the competition in the rearview mirror of my Vespa
Egotrip in the blood even your grandmother will retweet us
If I organize a tea dance even your grandmother will twerk
And we don't have time for the gold diggers
Most girls don't talk to us we're not rich convicts
We act like thugs it doesn't go over well when I invite you to the restaurant
Baby I had my black card but I lost my jacket oh
Jealousy is to haters what rain is to a storm
In my bed I write sentences distancing my life from the blank page
Indispensable like a dog for a white cane
Inseparable like a kebab with its white sauce
That's clear and net I'm not playing you the clarinet
If you act hot I'll beat you, the rillette
The barrel was full it doesn't sound like a bell
Before you used to address me informally now you address me formally you're right
I manage to work for hours I have the neon cactus bro
The future is scary when you're at bac +0
You end up on our networks like Pascal Obispo did
You end up catching us like Pascale did at the bistro

Egotrip in fashion we feel like we're in college
We need to conform by insulting all our colleagues
Egotrip in fashion we feel like we're in college
We need to conform by insulting all our colleagues

Egotrip in fashion we feel like we're in college
We need to conform by insulting all our colleagues
Egotrip in fashion we feel like we're in college
We need to conform by insulting all our colleagues, ahh

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