Every morning, I take a bowl of music and a cup of sous-vide Then I put a score on it and I close these buttons in la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm in a hurry or I'll be late When I'm done, I go downstairs I put a low-frequency amp in my case And I drive at a speed of 100,000 watts I leave, I arrive I work, I mix tracks I write, I compose And I reply to my e-mails Then, I feed myself With sound in a rhythm box It's lunch break, it's time to mute Here's my club, my *** My dose, my weed My coke, my speed My crack, my music My club, my *** My dose, my weed My coke, my speed My crack, my music It's my club, my *** My dose, my weed My coke, my speed My toast, my music My crack my *** My dose, my weed My coke, my speed My crack, my music Every half past, noon Midi, I *** a drink right away I act as if I was sending thousands and thousands I say it to make time go fast But if it slows down, my metronome tells me, but it's my head that thinks or shouts it, it's in a hurry to be gone But this time Pedal to the metal Finally, it's the corks That mark the tempo, rhythm of the horns And in the background, a song That recalls the silence Of a sun, in crescendo In crescendo of my I hope I'll get up soon So I can get my dose That I inject myself a micro That I get addicted to it and that I die Because I'll get up soon And I'll inject myself my dose Of overdose micro Until it's my head Until it's my head My dose My weed My coke My speed My crack My music My clock My *** My dose My weed My coke My speed My crack My music My clock My *** My dose My weed My coke My speed My crack My music My clock My *** My dose My weed My coke My speed My crack My music My music My music My music My music