Kebab without fries to save fifty cents
No matter what happens, you always have a hole in your jeans
There's not really a choice, you have to become a dentist
The cloakroom is paid, so you're in a down jacket on the dance floor
You have no money for yourself, but you have some for your friends
No money for food, but you have some for your cigarettes
The shoes are fake, no brand on the jacket
You have a hole in your sock, but it's the only one left
The phone screen is broken, the summer camps
The family in debt, everything you have was lent to you
You're the pro of loans and rentals
Of course we're going by car, have you seen the price of the plane?
Not long ago you discovered the overdraft
Damn, you're wearing your older brother's old clothes
Everything is precious, nothing is to be thrown away
Hours at Fnac with friends even if you can't buy anything

I don't have much in my pockets except my hands, but
It's already good I have something to write choruses
And for my loved ones, we'll see tomorrow
The sun, a pair of friends, it costs nothing
I don't have much in my pockets except my hands, but
It's already good I have something to write choruses
And for my loved ones, we'll see tomorrow
The sun, a pair of friends, it costs nothing

You lost your swimsuit, you swim in your underwear
Illusion, your father adds water to the drink
The rotten promotions, the failed lotteries we pile up
You take a free glass of water just to hang out on the terrace
"Will that be all?" "Yes Madam, anyway I have nothing left"
No more credit so I scratch a call and I come back
In the club toilets you drink, no you're not thirsty but you anticipate
Your 3 in 1 shower gel, body, shampoo and toothpaste
Stick behind an old lady, cheat the metro
No more gas, you drive in the red, a shitty elastic holds your mirror
Tears in your eyes if you find a euro on the ground
I owe a lot to my friends, in both senses of the term
The tasteless yogurts, breaking down on the road
Playing basketball without a basket with a football
Pay in cents, dream of holidays on a bench
In our ten square meters we always see things big

I don't have much in my pockets except my hands, but
It's already good I have something to write choruses
And for my loved ones, we'll see tomorrow
The sun, a pair of friends, it costs nothing
I don't have much in my pockets except my hands, but
It's already good I have something to write choruses
And for my loved ones, we'll see tomorrow
The sun, a pair of friends, it costs nothing

Not much in our cash registers, true
That's where the troubles are born and
They constantly belittle us but
Don't listen to them, no let them
Not much in our cash registers, true
That's where the troubles are born and
They constantly belittle us but
Don't listen to them, no let them

It costs nothing, it costs nothing, it costs nothing, it costs nothing
It costs nothing, it costs nothing, it costs nothing, it costs nothing

I don't have much in my pockets except my hands, but
It's already good I have something to write choruses
And for my loved ones, we'll see tomorrow
The sun, a pair of friends, it costs nothing
It costs nothing
Bigflo, Oli
By the way Flo, you owe me a euro
Haha haha

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