(There's no need to cry because life is a carnival
And sorrows go away singing, oh, there's no need to cry
Because life is a carnival and sorrows go away singing)

I will always write about love, never mind if I come across as a utopian
For the foolish, happy, small artist, I wanted to be a warrior
I grew up, I understood that those who want peace are braver
It's easy to set a forest on fire, much easier than planting it
There are a thousand ways to be right, the first is to admit that we were wrong

Promise, promise I'm still with you
Even if you see me in the VIP square at the back of the club
I still have your voices in my head when I say "us"
I still get the blues on Sundays in front of my pasta

It's false when I say that everyone can succeed
Well, it's true, but it's false, like saying that cancer can be cured
But me, I remember the best and screw the worst
Yeah, there are a lot who lose, but there are a lot who win

That's what I wanted to say too, what is success?
Filling rooms and not seeing your daughter grow up
I have a lot of friends who don't dream of the Olympia
But of a nice home, and a family meal

It doesn't really make me dream anymore to be the coolest
The most stylish of my high school have melted into the crowd
It doesn't really scare me anymore to be wrong
There are medals for everyone, we are many to be the strongest

I'm at the age where you write to your friend after a fight
Where many places in the city are memories when I walk around
The flames of my youth, I warm myself with these embers
I'm at the age where you can run into an ex without feeling awkward

Too easy to give up, it's not a race but a hike
The mistakes we digest become advice to give
I trust life, I cry with open arms
In fact, I feel sorry for those who have not suffered

Come on, let's continue to believe that we can do better
Being human without being human, it becomes dangerous
The cheaters, it's still not us
We're going to live so hard, we're going to make all the dead jealous

You recognized the voice, so nice that they don't understand me
During the break, I rapped in the basement, never forget where we come from
I have a monumental mentality, I come from Toulouse not Atlanta
And when my life is shaky, my punchlines become mantras

My life, a fantasy because I managed to keep my cool
Become the boss if they tell you that you don't look the part
I send the fire, the faith I've proved so many times
Without which you will never be able to fight your anxieties

Reminder of the observation of this fight for my peers, those who see my contrasts
Those who drink my tears, who accompany me without asking why
And for all the people like you (and for all the people like me)

Being old is the privilege of seeing others grow
Being alone is the chance to be able to welcome
Being bad is understanding that we can do better
Being different is a bit of all three at once

Different with Flo, I had a hard time taking it
We insulted each other, almost hated each other, too proud to go back on our mistakes
But our two visions of life have made us change ours

Do you hear it? My rage, the sound of my guts
How could I doubt? Of course, I deserve it
Of course, there are opinions, jabs and criticisms
But I can't hear it anymore, it's covered by the noise of my audience

The singers I listen to tell me how sad they are
I feel like I'm too happy to be a real artist
In the scenario of life, when do I die?
Is there a green screen at the end of the horizon?

I still want the throne, whirlwind of euphoria
Still be the soundtrack of your lives
Still be reborn in the power of your screams
Still laughter (still great melodies)

Still stress because it pushes me to give everything
Still time because it helps me to forgive
Still burn in the heat of your bodies
Still hear you all asking for more

(There's no need to cry because life is a carnival
And sorrows go away singing, oh, there's no need to cry
Because life is a carnival and sorrows go away singing)

Tell your friend who doesn't like Bigflo and Oli, that it's not a big deal
In fact, it's better if he doesn't even listen
I'm tired of fighting, now, everyone goes their own way
I'm done trying to please everyone, no matter the cost

And I don't want to silence them anymore, I'm going to do it, that's all
I bury my doubts, visionaries, we stick together
We're going to do it, just between us, on the down low
With 40k in the biggest hall in Paris

And I don't want to prove anything anymore, soon 30 years old, I think I've found myself
I could have drowned in a nightmare
Go somewhere else, I grab Oli like a buoy

In fact, I'm like an ambulance that causes an accident
I'm both the problem and the solution
I thought I would find all the answers by growing up
Obviously, I found even more questions

Fourth album, even more pressure
That's it, I've found the fire and passion again
Before I saw all this as a kind of mission
But maybe deep down, rap is just a bad addiction

And I admit that all this has worn me out a bit
I didn't think it would be so hard to suck up
Always expected, always judged
In the end, problems don't stop with success

But I don't want to complain about my artist's life anymore
To play the spoiled, pampered child
To sing my regrets about the past life, while enjoying my life after

And I no longer believe in the good guys against the bad guys
I've changed my mind about a lot of things, recently
I don't believe there are strong or weak people anymore
I believe we all have the same problems but we experience them differently

Yeah, I'm the cliché of the conscious rapper
I throw out truths with a frown, but I don't care about being cliché
If it's to help all those who listen to me cope with their problems

Yeah, I'm the cliché of the conscious rapper
Every word is chosen with caution
Because if before I rapped the, "Influencable Youth"
Today, it's partly me who influences them

And I see the little sisters and the message they send us
But like a jerk, I just point out their clumsiness
Maybe because I'm afraid to face the truth
Or that my male ego sees it as a threat

It's not easy for the little brothers either
Since they were little, they've been told they have to be the strongest
The strongest in football, the strongest in bed, the biggest ego
The strongest of the strongest of the strongest

I wanted to say that I'm sincerely sorry
I don't think I'll be the savior you were waiting for
They would like me to be an example for my generation
But I don't want to be seen as a moralizer anymore

I can't do much except songs
Accompany you during your anxiety attacks
Sing with me that the world is disgusting
In reality, that's all there is to do, while waiting for it to pass (yes)

So yes, it's fragile rap, for sad people
Rap for those who cry, for the overly sensitive, for the big hearts
We use our emotions to fuel the engine
And I too, have flirted with the abyssal depths
Damn, I have a lump in my stomach as I write this

After our passage, what will remain?
I'm petrified at the thought that it all ends here
But it can't end here
I want everything as if I just came out of a coma

And I'm going to live to the fullest (live to the fullest)
So much so that when I leave, I'll become a supernova
I still want the sea foam under my bare feet
And question the universe under the full moon, I learn, I try, I explore
I still want the kind of love that scares you, it's so strong

I've traveled the valleys of malaise to the point of making myself sick
Swallowed pills to bring back calm like a drug addict
And I think I was broken down
But souls don't repair like a program, only time heals

It's the story of two brothers, it's the comeback
Love always wins, we continue this struggle
Anyway, tell me frankly
Who still listens to 7-minute rap songs without a chorus?

Listen to me, bros, you better give us a big album
To smash everything, hey, it's the heart speaking
There's no, there's no, you shouldn't hesitate, at some point, you shouldn't hesitate
Give me a big thing, give us a big thing

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