Candy up, yeah, I'm growing up
I want a Cadillac, yeah, that I'm driving after, huh
Candy up, yeah, I'm growing up
Mom, mom, I don't want to go, I'm sick

I'm a fucking Peter Pan
I don't give a damn about your joint, bitch
I play on the PlayStation three, very late
What's the point of making history?
If I do, it won't be on purpose
So I move from my place
In the hood little joint, kefta
I offer (?) Their peach Fanta with three of my guys
Feels like we're flexing to the max
We listen to the sexion
I don't realize that the drugs are smashing my skull
In front of the mirror for hours
When lost in my own eyes
Convinced that I'm going to die now
But I, I don't want to die now
I have a seven-hour bad trip because of this shit
Then I have another seven-month bad trip because I smoked this shit again, fuck
I don't know what's wrong with my head
But it's anxiety every night
Feels like if I close my eyes I won't open them again

Oh shit, oh shit
You couldn't even imagine how bad I was
Oh shit, oh shit
It's thanks to all this that I started rapping, it was
Candy up, yeah, I'm growing up
I want a Cadillac, yeah, that I'm driving after, huh
Candy up, yeah, I'm growing up
Mom, mom, I don't want to go, I'm sick

I was being interrupted in the open-mics
By sons of bitches who rapped like that
Today, I'd like to see them again
To ask them if it was really necessary to rap fast?
You're still talking about shit at 37?
The account is empty, you dream of a feature but you're making fries
Don't play with karma like you play with your dick
Fucking shit, boy
Give me some autotune
The sky changes color
I make music only when I'm in the studio
That I examine my pains
Another damn type beat, yeah
It makes me so nostalgic, mhh
Back then, I had no money, no clique
No one to back up my stacks of rhymes, yeah
But today I'm blessed
My team is solid, we (?) Like the sun
If it doesn't work out, I'll have succeeded in my life
Thank you

Candy up, yeah, I'm growing up
I want a Cadillac, yeah, that I'm driving after, huh
Candy up, yeah, I'm growing up
Mom, mom, I don't want to go, I'm sick

I don't like to finish what I start
Give what people ask me for
But now I'm in my first crotch
I tremble and I'm not very calm
I had my first time at 13, I had never masturbated
I hadn't counted on it ending like the MW2 campaign
In the end, not so long but it was cool
I didn't think I loved her that much
When I saw her fucking with my best buddy, ouch
It was hard for morale
It hurt me like listening to Bob Morane
Or downloading all the Star Wars on eMule
And realizing after five days of downloading
That they were porn movies where Princess Leia fakes
Some time later, I realized that the one I loved
Was right next to me but I had never been able to see her, shit
We stayed together for seven years, hm-hm
It lasted less time before my parents separated
Now her smile, I only have it in my head
It's probably her that I evoke in my texts
I lost her like a phone or like a bet, drunk on the docks
I bite my fingers to the little that I've been
Kiwibunnybête in the songs letting my best friend go
The woman of my life in short, the girl from the Kiwibunnytape

I wonder if, fuck
Candy up, yeah, I'm growing up

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