The thugs take refuge in the church, the pastor drinks
I'm writing a new masterpiece
My parents worry but if I don't come home
It's because I want to get out of this
The neighbor on the fifth floor is a conspiracy theorist
And down from my place, the walls are too sad
We go on vacation, we are young and life goes by quickly
No wonder, we take advantage of it

No alcohol, I don't even drink coffee
If tomorrow my brain atrophies
I would have loved doing everything I've done
I wouldn't have been a pale copy
It's me and my memories in the cockpit
About fifteen dreams and two or three trophies
And in my head it's more violent than the rioters facing the cops

Alone in the car, I drink Tropico
Through the window, I don't see any tropics
I go to parties I don't talk too much Pigo'
She wants my number, I don't talk too much bigo
Can of Cherry fresh like J-Lo
I'm getting closer to the south
Window down when the car pulses
Lungs in thread, I wish it would last longer

My skin under the sun needs to peel
The sea will be my Madonna
I will be her Sean Penn
In the head, always a little bit of sorrow
I hit on the stud'
But I stay faithful to the scene
Need to cut off

I'm going to Marseille for the weekend
Highway A7, in the car, we are 7
I dreamed of leaving, I wasn't even a tenth of a century old
How much does the sunset cost?
I need to buy it (I need to buy it)
I have my feet in the sand, it doesn't matter if there's nothing on the plate
Highway A7, in the car, we are 7
I dreamed of leaving, I wasn't even a tenth of a century old
How much does the sunset cost?
I need to buy it (I need to buy it)
I have my feet in the sand, it doesn't matter if there's nothing on the plate

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