I have music in my blood, if you knew how much I love it I never took singing lessons, yet they tell me, bro, you're strong I sell from noon to midnight, the rest of the time I write texts I'm 17 years old, I count in front of the desk, you lower your head Ready to fight for a client, we'll see who's going to make his beef In a time of shortage, they say, bro, your price is my price Very little solidarity, it's ennemat with the SEM Their last vision will be a big art, smoking his blunt Do you want cha-cha-cha? I have plenty in my pockets Your girl is a potato, you scream everywhere that she's too good I collect the bricks and that I have stolen my tongue I'm in the oven, I think of the myth in my new clothes Will God forgive us for our gaps, our weaknesses? While waiting, I make my joint, hypnotized by all his butt I'm lost, I can't do anything, I tend to cha-cha-cha Go home, it smells like powder, there have been rats-tats-tats-tats Half closed, the neighborhood is crying, we go down the steps four by four We hide the tears of sadness under the hoods of our parkas I'm lost, I can't do anything, I tend to cha-cha-cha Go home, it smells like powder, there have been rats-tats-tats-tats Half closed, the neighborhood is crying, we go down the steps four by four We hide the tears of sadness under the hoods of our parkas Here the shit is yellow, bro, life is not pink Some are in the coco, dreams break like a square We are not from the same universe, you finish me, I don't finish it I remember my first glass, accompanied by Coulibard I grew up in the orchards, I want to make beef like Kobe Like a happy imbecile, my body is missing Oh, life is sad, may God make it easy for us Every day I smoke basil, like the ocean I am peaceful Oh, life is sad, may God make it easy for us Every day I smoke basil, like the ocean I am peaceful I'm lost, I can't do anything, I tend to cha-cha-cha Go home, it smells like powder, there have been rats-tats-tats-tats Half closed, the neighborhood is crying, we go down the steps four by four We hide the tears of sadness under the hoods of our parkas I'm lost, I can't do anything, I tend to cha-cha-cha Go home, it smells like powder, there have been rats-tats-tats-tats Half closed, the neighborhood is crying, we go down the steps four by four We hide the tears of sadness under the hoods of our parkas Thanks for watching!