(Shit, why does it always go down? I don't understand)
(Ah, ah you've turned up the volume?)

Flashes, photos, I sign autographs and contracts
Mama, I'm a star, sorry if I don't answer
Flashes, photos, I sign autographs and contracts
Mama, I'm a star, sorry if I don't answer you

Flashes, photographer, autographs and then crash
Everyone lets you down, yes the world can be trash

I'm a product, me and my words
That we consume by singing
My feelings in the pieces
On albums that I sell
I think about concerts, I think about radios
On TV, obviously
I give my flesh, my ideals
And I feel a void in me

Do we always become what we denounce?
My fans call me by my first name (Florian)
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's the countdown
They want from me, all the answers
Of course, I exaggerated a bit
In reality, I don't know you
And I see that Oli is handling it better than me
That of the two, I'm the less nice one (they all say that)

Rap sent me its bill (how much?)
Me who had called it for help
Thousands of strangers who love me (how much?)
How to love them all in return?
We say it, but in absolute terms
Why do we forget?
The landing, that's the irony, I wanted to be known
And now that I am, I hide my face
And the higher we rise, the more we remove ourselves
From what we overlook
Everyone wants to become famous
All famous people would like to be everyone
So yes, I don't drink, I don't smoke
I'm an example for the generation
But I love the casino and sex
And I never talk about it in all my songs (mmh, I see we're letting loose)

The good students, first in the class
I think it's not so true, well I'm not sure anymore
Adults would like to make us examples
New caricatural symbols
Rap looks at me sideways, it would like me to reveal all my flaws
It challenges me, I put on a show and it comes back despite all my efforts
I'm just an artist, I obviously write for people
I am not just my desires
The boundary between what I really like (and?)
And what will please you
Every time I start over
My life and my wishes, thrown to the wolves
Oli told me "give everything for the people, all this is thanks to them"
But I'm not sure

What is shaped over time, goes away with time
And it's the tadpoles who think they're the best in the pond

Flashes, photos, I sign autographs and contracts
Mama, I'm a star, sorry if I don't answer
Flashes, photos, I sign autographs and contracts
Mama, I'm a star, sorry if I don't answer you

We have a lot of ego, so we make a fuss
But the most narcissistic are at the ice cream shop

Tell me who I write for? Between you and me, a thin line
In truth, I wear my humility like bling-bling
Am I right to fight against time, like a stubborn old man?
Succeeding too early is tinkering with pieces without experience (take your time)
Separate the man from the artist
If you have a saw, I could use it
Almost happy to be sad
Too bad, if it inspires me a good chorus
Egocentric, I rely on the hearts of others to be up to par
I make titles about my friends' stories
Without giving them copyright (thief)

Privileged, I live the dream of many
And I even take a break, look at me
I made thousands of euros by telling my poor life
I fled the problems of everyday life
On my sail I let the wind blow
I will never have schedules but they thank me for finding the time

Success (success?)
The remedy for my confidence
Is it this little sick person that I come to visit?
Or is it my conscience?
I amplified my sufferings, I wrapped up my pains
Would my aunt have me as a screensaver if I were a garbage man? (Well no)
Is it a coincidence if there is "art" in the word swindler?
I never said no, I hide behind Flo's mood or the manager's email
Did you see how simple Oli is?
I feed on your comments
My leech spirit will even go as far as censoring our documentary
I talk about myself, I have my trophies in the living room
And I retweet if you quote me
I like to go see other artists' concerts
Especially if the room is smaller
I shake hands and take photos
I've almost become a politician
And I want so much to be exemplary (that you rap your self-criticism)

Flashes, photos, I sign autographs and contracts
Mom, I'm a star, sorry if I don't answer you
(Go ahead, Oli)

(You prefer your superman to all the superstars)
(Because there are not only good people, at the head of art)

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