I could tell you that I have too many addictions
But I actually like it
Like the one you smoke and forces you to ash
Addiction doesn't go away, it stays there
From booze to ecstasy
Like Camille, Alexia
Even Facebook or Insta
It's consumed in many forms
Take one last dream
There's no point in lying to ourselves
To do without it would be to die
Addicted even to your loneliness
You're afraid of others all the time
You say it makes you travel
That they leave you alone on the bench
So you're addicted to lies
To creating a false life
You often see life in mauve and dream it in bright pink
You dream of a hymn to love
Because love is a drug
So you write old poems
Like in the days of Skyblog
Just because he or she is missing
You question who you are
Your tears are the color of water
Tears result in overdose
You're touched, drunk, stung because love is a mirage
For ten messages of feelings
You send ten thousand of rage
Are you addicted to hate?
Is that what it means to be Morgane?
Going crazy just for a while then going back to normal
There are those addicted to gossip, pros at looking at your profile
There are those addicted to money, there's no small profit
Then those addicted to music, who turn it into a passion
And there's Kemmler and Youssoupha who made a song out of it

Because of her, you fought until you bled
Multiplied the compresses
And then you tell yourself it's like a boomerang
Damn, it keeps coming back
If you forget her she disappears night after night
Addiction is your life, in the end only you choose

I don't want to choose between money or rap
I want what the thugs are after
Like the little thumb of Stalingrad I sowed crack stones
Elvira, Tony, Love Story I want the same money
I want the same lifestyle but definitely not the same rails
Pour me a drink you'll see how I booze
A glass of Rum everything related to Rum I say it's romantic
I'm not afraid of coke even if at home it's garbage
I'm afraid of love because that's what I call hard drug
Hooked on sex, hooked on stress because it's a game of chance
Hooked on braids, hooked on texts because I'm not talkative
Success is incredible, terrible addiction
I see myself blabbering at that jerk Thierry Ardisson
I need calm like a Shaolin monk
She was my drug, my dope, my coke, my crack, my cam, a bit like Caroline
This is real no parody
She was my drug, my dope, my coke, my crack, my cam, I called her Caroline
Excess of love is what lovers dare
So we loved each other until the overdose, damn

Because of her, you fought until you bled
Multiplied the compresses
And then you tell yourself it's like a boomerang
Damn, it keeps coming back
If you forget her she disappears night after night
Addiction is your life, in the end only you choose

Because of her, you fought until you bled
Multiplied the compresses
And then you tell yourself it's like a boomerang
Damn, it keeps coming back
If you forget her she disappears night after night
Addiction is your life, in the end only you choose

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