Like every night I'm feeling blue, sending the style
I can do it because I'm thirsty for rhymes
My life is rocking the beat, composing the hit
To grab the title, you know the type, I'm going to pocket the money
I grew up in Paris nineteenth, I write sad themes
Too many headaches, I'm full of sorrows
Just try to open your eye, life is fleeting
I avoid getting attached because we're all going to die alone
I don't know my time
I think about my friends whose parents are dying
Then to mine and, as usual, I cry
Love is dangerous, only friendship makes me happy
If it smells like fire, they are there when I want
So we hang out in groups, we wage war in gangs
The city is so big, I get lost
But I love its fucking ambient atmosphere
It's the man who built this whole universe
Brought together all the elements allowing the advent of Lucifer
I've seen horrible dramas, it shot my heart
Life: a bouquet of flowers that fades too quickly
We should turn the wheel, I give the alert
Worse, I sound the alarm before it runs down your cheek
Here we break our teeth for not much
I see life in red because blood puddles are rarely pink
It's the life of the ue-r, I think back to the time when our mothers
Fled dictatorships, shit, we're immature
Barely washed, I go wandering outside
The cops are going to patrol then search our bodies
There, I expose my expert opinion because I do
Every day the same thing even on my birthday
All these problems make the cup full
I don't give a fuck about elections, dude
Our lives will always be the same
We have hot blood, parked in pens like
Sausages in the middle of troubles and sobs
I want a fucked up lifestyle, big cigarette breath
I need to quit smoking, I don't want to go up in smoke
Health above all, me, I'm only good on the outside
But since I'm sick, I scratch like a mad scientist
The bastards gas as soon as I launch a phase, close your ass
We're like homeless people, we're missing a screw
I don't do politics because it's a masquerade
With my comrades, we find it just humorous
For your information, know that we manage our business
Even if our brain is dead, we'll never be mere guinea pigs
If you scam us, dude, you're going to eat the ground
I rap and I export, my life is: sex, drugs and rock'n'roll
I need to normalize myself, stop sleeping
Forget everything and ruin my body
That's the life of young people, we've acquired guns
Even before living alone, dude, in my opinion it's ugly
Making love, it doesn't exist anymore
Love died in a porn movie, bitch, we piss on you
I don't want a whore to be the mother of my kids
We're going to pick your pockets
We're in bad shape from losing loved ones
Yeah, reality is sad enough to cry, fuck
Instead of grieving, I put it in my rhyme book
I'm going to dissect your bodies, that's how we mourn
My ground is littered with leaves as if it was autumn

As soon as I'm launched, you freak out
If I release an album, you're going to spend money
I scratch and develop multiple thoughts
It's when I'm feeling blue that I can trigger style
You know it, dude, as soon as I'm launched, you freak out
If I release an album, you're going to spend money
I scratch and develop multiple thoughts
It's when I'm feeling blue that I can trigger style
It's when I'm feeling blue that I can trigger style
It's when I'm feeling blue that I can trigger style
Jazzy Bazz!

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