It's raining cats and dogs
I drank my soup, ate my black bread and my Laughing Cow
I have to make a classic, a family, a child
I pray that grandpa doesn't leave so quickly
The castle of our fathers is the F2, it's not Marcel Pagnol
He talks less well to his girlfriend than to his new car
Misery, it wasn't so horrible
But the victory will be as beautiful as the Spanish teacher

I grew up far from the beach and palm trees
It was by choice but it wasn't mine
At 22 I'm in the doghouse, in the basket, I come out if I have neither shit nor champagne
I'm in full creation, the project ready to leak
Reality rap like Ben
Infamous Mobb, they pretend to be connoisseurs, in fact they snub us

Too many regrets like most of my mates
Destiny watches me do crazy things without flinching
Like the guys in the back in Lesram's Grünt, eh (bastard)
I think of my brother at the ESAT
Will never be able to have kids, vote or have a bike
So I have to fuck everything up for two, I was born offside, mentality set fire
Mentality I'm on the field and I put myself where I want, huh, huh

Big joint in the beak in front of the benefits
I need a SACEM of songs in rotation
The value of a consumer credit
Laurent Bouneau's doll, I make invocations
Dry wine, rosé, I get a sunstroke, 25 degrees I get a coloration
Rum at 50 degrees for your information
We came to fuck everything in the extensions

Oh shit
Time is money, there's no more time to waste, yeah
These are goals, it's more than dreams
(It's more than dreams)
My brothers, I love you, I couldn't have done anything alone
Oh shit, oh shit (oh shit)
Time is money, there's no more time to waste, yeah
(There's no more time to waste, yeah)
These are goals, it's more than dreams
(It's more than dreams)
My brothers, I love you, I couldn't have done anything alone
(I couldn't have done anything alone) oh shit

Who has fire? I need to make one like Mufasa
Better to be alone at the top than accompanied by foot soldiers
Who has leaves? Because I need some
To forget my brother in Fresnes, and all these sentimental things
Who still has a little hope
I'd rather be in bad company than alone at the top in the fog
I had the instructions, I didn't read
I had to forget you, I couldn't at all
There are all these sentimental things

On the other side of the globe, I still hear the subway
We played yesterday (we played yesterday)
It still smells like weed, my high school tracksuits still smell like cigarette butts

Yeah, I'm with Salim from Aunay under
Mix the Absolut, the Red Bull, I hope to have a kid one of these days
Bre-som like a metalhead, whatever happens big, give me back my tales
I'll give you yours as soon as I have your money
If I forgot it's because I was drunk (logical)
Big, in college I was foolish, I was good, I acted the fool, I ran away
Every mistake, I blamed others, no perspective on my faults (of wouf)

Oh shit (oh shit)
Time is money, there's no more time to waste, yeah
These are goals, it's more than dreams
(It's more than dreams)
My brothers, I love you, I couldn't have done anything alone
Oh shit
Oh shit

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