Would it be too much to ask to treat
This bitch of a life with a little love?
It would be sad to leave with
A tight heart full of regrets

When I was little I spent my time
Building bamboo huts
I smelled more of sweat than of
Cologne
In the city sometimes
The police waved their
Batons in front of us
We just thought they were a bit too
Old to play cowboys
Today I open my hundredth Daniel's
Good living like Jean-Pierre Marielle
I would have emptied my account before
My banker agrees
The goal is to be no one's slave
Goodbye old barriers
At my place no constraints
No dress code
Since I've been rapping, I'm positive
Plus working under the table will save me
From paying for politicians' vacations
I act by mocking orders
If there's a war I desert
They've thrown the globe into disorder
I know what Hell has in store for them
We'll all be dead without treasure
So what's the point of growing your wealth?
Yes, I like money but I manage
Not to let money tame me
Like Peter Pan, I don't want to grow old
Too many adults have left the
Pictures of their childhood dreams
In an empty locker
Mom, true happiness is right in front of you
So forget about tomorrow
Today is a better day
Even if living by poisoning myself
Has left me a thousand scars
This morning I open my window
The birds are singing
This bitch of a life is beautiful, brother

If you can't choose your life
Might as well love it as if you could
Look, all it takes is a nice
Woman's butt
To capture the beauty of the world
I smoke and I fly, I fly, I fly

I know that life is appreciated when
The brothers fly in a nine-seater
When there are only
Tops and no flat girls
It helps to forget that we eat
Poison, drink poison, smoke poison
The news is poison
Put your mind in a partition
Cultivate your fear of the neighbor
Look how the TV helps
The state to muddy the waters
Every day we get screwed
Looking for optimists? Go sailing
I consider myself lucky to be able to
Raise my voice
Everything is fucked up, check the weather
There are soon meteor showers
I don't like anything but I liked
The summer when I was a kid
I don't have hot blood
I have cold blood as if I were dead
The race for material makes us
All go to the slaughter
Some eat what they find
Namely what others waste
So now the future, I'm not in the mood
People have no shame anymore
Relationships last an hour
Even the stupidest know
That sex sells, that's all it takes
People are no longer modest
It makes me vomit, they have no face anymore
I find comfort in simple things
Fuck, one, the laundry
Luxury and the beats I kill

If you can't choose your life
Might as well love it as if you could
Look, all it takes is a nice
Woman's butt
To capture the beauty of the world
I smoke and I fly, I fly, I fly

If you can't choose your life
Might as well love it as if you could
Look, all it takes is a nice
Woman's butt
To capture the beauty of the world
I smoke and I fly, I fly, I fly

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