Diam's replied to my email
She told me, "the hardest part is not succeeding, it's staying true to oneself"
I grow up but I remain the little one that everyone appreciates
Comfortable in the big leagues, I keep the stage fright in real life
We've come a long way since the RC
Flo keeps telling me, "Oli relax, you've made it!"
But I live with my guts, on the lookout for a rival
They know it when I cross their gaze at a festival
Flashes of parties, memories of dreams in my head
Promised soon I'll stop, at 100 I'll retire
But I have a hard time assuming my face on posters
Scared, because still not vaccinated against big-headedness
No, I'm not afraid of speed, 7 concerts a week
I don't like to sleep much, because my dreams are worse than the life I lead
And it shocks them, I'm this untamable kid
I rap in New York, I've crossed the postcard
To say that I can't do it, it's almost insulting
I could go to war with a toothpick
Who can stop us? Not even cancer
Not even a psychopath who kidnaps me or robs me at the end of a concert
I only have rap, buddy so understand that it concerns me
I rise above the clashes and the guys who spit on me and my brother
I won't give them any flowers, I'm no longer this young budding rapper
I was already dropping crazy verses barely in my mother's placenta
And I see us again, and I see us all again in the house
Average family, suburban neighborhood
Today they all think we've become millionaires
And the worst part is, they're right
But I can't stop thinking about the struggle of the people close to me
I feel guilty about every damn penny I pocket
I don't buy much, even the things that are useful to me
No, it's not humility, I just don't feel legitimate
I apologize to my family, to whom I miss to be honest
To my girlfriend, when I'm with her without being there
To the artists I've envied, to the point of hating them
On the other side of the fence, I was too afraid to stay
I apologize to my friends for the birthdays I've missed
For all the times they talk about me, for these things I didn't do
I apologize to my brother, that my mind wears out
Take time for yourself, finally get off the roller coaster
This story is almost magical, to the point of making it seem easy
They see us as a bug in the machine, the support and hope of the whole city
But in front of the mirror, I remain fragile
Thousands of women and fans that my texts accompany
And it's love that wins when we fill rooms, I don't know if you can imagine
I feel good, I think I'm becoming a man
I've toured France many times
I'm still waiting for my yellow jersey
They say I'm simple, but it's because success scares me
My lack of confidence prevents me from saying that I did it
Clumsy, in my poems there are spelling mistakes
I feel like a Kardashian since my father signs autographs
Our audience, a family that sticks together
In secret, I imagine, your smile when you listen to me
By the way, Oli look, yeah everything is fine here
Stop crying at night, I swear we made it
Stop your fixation on death, you have your gold records
Don't complain too much about the parents, you'll understand that we were wrong
Mistakes to make, loves to know, it's crazy
I can't say "who would have thought?"
Because everyone believed in us
I love you my brother, for me you're Michael Jackson
When does this dream end?
I'm afraid the alarm will ring

The dream life, huh?
So, you're there now?
And what are you going to do with your real life?
Which one is your real life anyway?
The real life, the dream life
We don't understand anything anymore
You did it then, after all this time

We came in war, and we leave in peace
Thanks to all the guardian angels who watch over us
I have a hard time realizing that we did it
So, I pinch my arm every time I go on stage
Dad, share with us the success
Mom, saw me in a suit at the Victoires de la Musique
I feel fulfilled, time is no longer counted
We were not mistaken, because the Zeniths were full
I'm in real estate, call me Mister
Rolex on the wrist, my time is precious
I shared the money with the needy
I sold more albums than there are inhabitants in my city
So I don't want any more clashes, rage, jealousy
There will be another album, don't worry I haven't said everything yet
I distribute the light, I crush all my fears
I no longer envy other artists, I wish them the best
The cooking was very slow, today I savor
I made a lot of money, now I want to make love
And may it last forever, by the way Orelsan, it's without any hard feelings
We told you to be on time, artistic is the heat
In its entirety
People listen to our songs with their hearts
Principles and values, that's my greatest pride
So there will be no rape story, no theft story
No fight, because the first one who hits is not a man
No friends cheated, or associates we abandon
No alcohol on the floor, or coke in the dressing rooms
No cheating story, on all the figures of our records
No tax story, or problems with the cops
I must be an example, I'm not afraid to play my role
Because there are a lot of children who listen to rap in schools
Lost artists, coked managers, understand that with Oli we prefer to stand aside
In our city, its calm and beauty
Far from the capital, this bomb that wants to blow us up
And the middle looks at us sideways
As if we had just arrived by the way of Traverse
I'm going to go south, start my life in the countryside
I'll let you drown your lies in your champagne glasses
I'm going to move away for a while, away from their dirty stories
Have aperitifs with friends, on Saturday night
Play video games, all afternoon
Lie down with a girl, to prolong the night
I'm going back to real life, I press pause
A while ago I cracked
I was not far from killing myself
My compass was off, I lost my head and the North
I was losing consciousness at the end of concerts
I couldn't stand the photos or my brother's remarks anymore
When my mind spoke, my body said the opposite
So I slowed down, and then I understood
My heart was too empty, and my head too full
Now I'm better, but I need air
I will always be a helping hand if you need help
Thanks again to our audience, even if I've probably said it too much
You are all the authors of the scenario of our lives
I will have no more enemies, I have destroyed the sword
My tree has grown well, it is full of sap
This story is magical, and will not be brief
So I think about the future and what it holds for me
I feel the fatigue, soon will come the truce
If I jump into the void, Oli is my trapeze
Here is a new cycle, when this one ends
From real life, to dream life

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