Don't give up
You're the piece, I'm the DJ
Don't grow up
It's for you that I'm the DJ

Even on the dance floor, no one sees me
I look again to see if there's anyone there
My chest is already pounding, in my little brain
With that little music that pounds my nerves
And what it does

People rubbing against each other, already done by one
Baby, turn down the bass, someone's coming
We smoke cigarettes, all of us so high
With that little music, Furcella party time
'Cause it's a one-way street, it goes crooked, it goes straight
They said he was dead, now, my God, but shut up
Turn up that track, now, give it to her face
Always with this headache, like a scarecrow it scares
And what it does
(Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom)

Don't give up
You're the piece, I'm the DJ
Don't grow up
And with this music, I don't go crazy
Don't give up
You're the piece, I'm the DJ
Don't grow up
It's for you that I'm the DJ

You're the piece, I'm the DJ

Big time now
It's four in the morning
A van of Christians is ending the party
'Cause I'm a big time boy, do your own thing
People make coffins, now, my God, hopefully they dry up
Turn up that track, now, give it to her face
It touches you and it embitters you and they know you in Paris
And what it does (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight)

Don't give up
You're the piece, I'm the DJ
Don't grow up
And with this music, I don't go crazy
Don't give up
You're the piece, I'm the DJ
Don't grow up
It's for you that I'm the DJ
Don't give up
You're the piece, I'm the DJ
Don't grow up
And with this music, I don't go crazy
Don't give up
You're the piece, I'm the DJ
Don't grow up
It's for you that I'm the DJ

Mixed by Erry, the ideal dimension for a clean listening

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