I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no

I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room from January to December
It smells like hemp, yeah

I make my productions all by myself like a grown-up
I think time fits me like a glove
I put the burn-out aside
Even if the inspiration is boycotted
My instinct is to share
I think I have the blood of Prometheus
I don't want success, a thousand and one nights
Or the observer will catch up with me

No studio, just a room, that's my outside
In my closed-door drowned in the shadow, I don't look at the time
My only decoration is Sartre and Dante
And in the nightmare, I'm still at the university

I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room from January to December
It smells like hemp, yeah
I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room from January to December
It smells like hemp, yeah

I don't care about the hits, I touch everything
There are too many ads around us
Sitting like L among the doubts
I drink my notes drop by drop
I touch my nose and make wishes
Every year, I want to be better
Now that I have my network friends
I lose my mind less often
My bed and I are negative
I attract more trouble than sleep
I don't make educational sounds
Because in real life, I stutter
First time without complex words
I don't like talking about myself
There's no reason to be perplexed
The fear of disappointing knocks me out

No studio, just a room, that's my outside
In my closed-door drowned in the shadow, I don't look at the time
My only decoration is Sartre and Dante
And in the nightmare, I'm still at the university

I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room from January to December
It smells like hemp, yeah
I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room from January to December
It smells like hemp, yeah

I make my productions all by myself like a grown-up
I think time fits me like a glove
I put the burn-out aside
Even if the inspiration is boycotted

Oh no you get tired of it quickly
Under my hypocritical appearances
I won't have a big fall
Because success is not the goal

I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room from January to December
It smells like hemp, yeah
I'm in my room, yeah
Nothing changes, no
I'm in my room from January to December
It smells like hemp

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