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 *** 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!