We all run after the rally, end of the month beacon
It gets technical at the piano, go ahead it's black or white like a pianist
Started from zero, burned out, had to adapt, they want to kill my friends
Coke or heroin, neither, for me it's weed barbecue in the Hérault valley
Honestly, on the edge there's too much loitering, offshore there are too many scroungers
You have to pull them by the ponytail, they tampered with the unemployment rate
We all screw each other over, we all let each other slip away
Got something to say, well spit it out right now, time flies, it's a chase
Struggle every year even post-covid I think it's not won
Apparently, you have to dream, I go from RSc to Savanier's salary
I don't see the stars aligning, or maybe I'm haunted
Haunted by calamities, skilled at imitating friendship
May Allah forgive me, I spew words like in Bologna
Hearts are cold, for you it's autumn, for me it's Poland
I'm on the Moon, you're at Castorama, easy to end up in hell
Dude, you messed up but you call me brother, you'll scratch yourself like a lottery ticket
I'm on edge at the psychiatric hospital, I'm telling you, don't laugh
France makes you sing, you're Sinatra
Pack up your novels, you're Siddhartha
The hope of the Bianconeri but what we inherit, it's not silver
It's for Montpellier the family, Loulou deserves his minute in FIFA
Nothing holds anymore, with time I'm a smash to Nadal
I give a kiss to mom, they take us for dogs and hide the ball from us
Unearthed, nothing stops us, weird you think we're joking
Clown, you call us sissies but in the village there's people
Like a delegate, I maintain the class
I feel like Goku at the base
We're many, make room for us, I'm coming with all my junkyard dogs

Pure insolence
Not here if you don't have your share
Normal if you're on the street

It's never us when we go to court
You put down the coin and go back to hustling
If I don't trust anymore it's because I've already given it

Debt pain
Lose everything on a foolish move
The 12-gauge under the clothing
I'll be there for marriage, fight, funeral

Bastard, I export myself
With these bastards, I expose myself
The more I know men, the more I love my rednose

Don't move
Don't move
Life upside down, the world wakes up, I go back to sleep
Don't move
Don't move

Pop a beer to my health, tonight we won't go home, I'm under the building

There's a war of nerves, you have to be absent, it's a gloved evening, all the packs meet

I'm from the era of the mopeds

Precise hook, it's the one from great Brazil

I remember in the room we were nine

In the zone, we were 1000

I go back to the good char

You have to make rounds like the bronchade

As soon as the cops are there, it's the bronca
The competition lingers on your case
Alone with your sorrows, no my brother, I'm here
Darkness or Garden of Eden, I'm far from your stories
I didn't want to hurt you, buddy
Tried to be better, my brother
Write until my death
Like Montaigne's essays
The goal to reach
Foolish like everyone, we want to grab the million
It's the beginning of the end but it's just starting
It's the beginning of the end
But it's far from over

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