Happy birthday
30 years, damn
Yeah, huh, okay

The needle turns, there's nothing to do to turn it back
That's it, I'm older than my parents were when I was born
Wow, I'm going to start by introducing myself
My name is Florian Ordonnez
Today I'm 30 years old
I thought being an adult came as a given
One day you wake up and you have all the answers to your existence
A kind of diploma, a stamp on paper
Why am I 30 years old, I still feel like I'm not ready
Is that normal? Tell me what you think?
If the school bell started ringing, it wouldn't shock me that much
I can't cook, I'm useless at DIY
I'm not in the mood at all to have a child or get married
It seems so far away, it's blurry like a mirage
I feel like all this is giving up, maybe I have a bad image of it
My child, wait a bit, dad is still in the game
Welcoming a life is mourning part of your own
My adolescence wasn't so bad
I exaggerate to make beautiful songs
Growing up, actually, it's not so bad
I don't want to underestimate your troubles, you the teenager who listens to me
I was like you in the crazy fog, in a rain of doubts
With time, failures become lessons
Work becomes a passion
Slaps become motivations
Losses of loved ones become strengths that protect in life
Misfortunes become good memories tinged with nostalgia
I was useless, down, in abuse, in the fog, in the moon
Like a Melanie, I was in my bubble
But I swear, I don't have much memory of it, 15 years later
But I know it's easy to say, 15 years later
The universe is infinite and so is death
These kinds of thoughts still keep me awake at night
Petrified in my bed, I take half a pill
Why am I still broken?
My girlfriend says it will pass
What I can't rationalize, I reassure in material
So I buy the new car, the new pair, the hotel suite
Existence is absurd, so I afford reality
Something tangible, something concrete that I can lock in a safe
I don't enjoy the present, I just count the time I have left
I have white hair, tell me if it's wisdom or stress
I'm afraid of being in danger but I don't even know what threatens me
I come to believe that it's the one I see in the mirror
I make crazy scenarios, tragic stuff
And when they don't happen, well I invent a new one right away
I anticipate misfortunes as if I was condemned to them
In fact nothing happens to me, I'm lucky and I just cry
Maybe that's what being an artist is, yeah
And according to what they say, I'm a fucking artist
I've visited my malaise, I know all its corners
I've made peace with my demon, I use it when I need it
I'm much less on Insta, social networks have bored me
As if I was tired of a game I played too much
I'm the big brother, the curse of the eldest
Oli says I'm too old, I think this sound won't help
I see a shrink, I do yoga and meditation
The little jerk I was would have probably called me an old fart
Goodbye twenties, clubs with Antoine and Louis
I, I follow you, deep sea, baby

The future looks bright
I'm a hard worker, a fighter
No matter what awaits me
Already I didn't ask for so much
I have money and talent
The house for the parents
Florian the amazing boy
If I crack, I'll get up
Look at the heart I have
I'm waiting for the wave, when it comes I'll surf it
I'm 30 years old, there are still my fans in the room
I'm 30 years old, I still want rap, still phases
I'm 30 years old

Damn I'm 30 years old
30 years
Wow, 30 years
I didn't see the time
I didn't see the time pass
I admit, I didn't see the time pass

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