I'm talking to myself, I'm talking to the world and about my life it's a fucking mystery
They spit on my life, they can't even do a tenth of it
A million is easier to say than it is to do
I don't even know if we could do worse, I want to go around the Earth

I see myself chasing what I will have
But is money happiness?
After the good weather, comes the thunder
After my time, will come my hour

I confuse love and sadness
I see pieces of my life scattering
If time is money, I manage my business
We love each other, we leave each other, we fuck quickly
Strategist like the FDJ during Friday the 13th
I dream of waking up seeing money snowing
The more I smoke, the more I think I'm discreet
And it's the same ones who have the privileges, ah yeah

I wrote better than a professor at the Sorbonne before I was at the Sorbonne
And sometimes I hear talking in my head, now I do what it tells me
I make numbers much longer than my phone (?) than the order
I just asked to be normal, but 20 years that my heart beats
We are together, we will die alone, my father will not be there
I hope it will be okay, things to fix, I will shine like 100 carats
And even if it's square, I won't find it square, yes tell me who will believe me
I will tell them about my years, (?) I was faded, tell me who will believe me

They took my heart, they left me my body
They wanted my reason, it would be better to be dead
I would have torn out my heart, I wanted to leave them my body
And take my house, they would want more

And I see, I see, I see nothing
I see, I see, I see nothing
I see, I see, I see nothing
I see, I see, I see nothing

It's 11:38, offensive
I radiate X, I have the extensible flow
It's Wallace Cleaver not Swan Lake
They are mean mouths but texts in sign language
This bastard wanted me and here I am
And cut this thing like Mille Mara
I'm far from 1000 carat diamonds
I'm not one of those whites who say "say wAllah"
I want money, time, to walk in my soul
It's been a long time since the rain is my weapon
Inside I have the (?)
As if I was crying but I heard the noise of my weapon
I can remember but no, nothing remains
Smile lost at the bottom of the jacket
SLN under the address
A house supplies the whole tess
Every day, I roll the same beams that dislocate me
I fall on the ankle and it dislocates
I'm on the road, in addition to being foggy, it's narrow
And every day it's the same sons of bitches who exploit me
I'm like David, like Ginola in 88
I'm in the 9-2, the 41 and the 18
We say real things, we don't write a diary
And even if I'm not well, there are things much more dramatic
I flee the good, I don't look at the bad
This son of a bitch follows me and speaks ill of me
Shoot me in the back, I have the bulletproof vest
I'm too high in the sky, I'm not watchable
I spit my lungs, it's biodegradable
Irreparable wounds
Hang out with rocks in the schoolbag
Only the sky is incomparable, ah

I know death as if I had already danced with it
Pay my rent or invest in two plates?
I'm becoming stupid in view of everything I put in my head
I have too many things in my head, I have too many things in my head

I know death as if I had already danced with it
Pay my rent or invest in two plates?
I'm becoming stupid in view of everything I put in my head
I have too many things in my head, I have too many things in my head

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