À bout de souffle [English translation]

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

Now I'm not okay, so you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

[Verse 1: Maître Gims]

Don't fuck with me, just tell the cops to let me pass

I've made all France dance, are you talking about a receipt?

I already know what you're gonna tell me "Yes Maître Gims you have a future"

But shut the fuck up a minimum you little prick give me my dough and I'll get out of here!

My life is not memorable, spare me your morals

I already consider myself dead as a fucking samurai

Lurking in the shadows for few time now, always looking for dosh

Hep hep hep quiet it's cushy Paris Center, wesh

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

Now I'm not okay, so you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

[Verse 2: Maska]

I have a smile but a lot of worries, you can't trust it

I can't run, I'm in weak battery I can't scream either

You advise me I don't see who you are, go give them to others

You're stupid khey (1), you didn't twig don't go naming my faults

I get seasick yet I walk in the middle of Paris

You put me down lower than the ground when you want to dictate my life

I have no more time to waste with all these futile worries

That get you in the shit wasted fucked under the influence of alcohol

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

Now I'm not okay, so you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

[Verse 3: Lefa]

Ok! Akhi (2), I'm out of air at a push I'm lost

I don't need a sermon, I need a brother

But you know when the problems hang on and last

It's not words but deeds that help

Akhi, the problems revolve around my life (han)

It goes totes fast, no time to be naive

I don't do therapy, no I just rap

What, I'm gonna pay for this girly thing?

Leave my radishes (3), everyone will be delighted

I know their value I've been around gravel

This fucking gravel has just impeded

My work while my problems were getting worse!

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

Now I'm not okay, so you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

[Verse 4: JR O Crom]

We're going on the skids day by day but let's hope God helps us

Trace my path, erased, exhausted with bad news

I'm sick of fines, reminders

I do violence to myself every night with alcohol rap soothes me

I'm not loaded family, no I'm renting in Paname (4)

Twenty square meters all grotty that's ruining on the top floor

We have to hurry as soon as possible and get out of here as we get older

Without it I'm counting on my SACEM (5) this close to taking it hostage!

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

Now I'm not okay, so you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, so you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!

Now I'm not okay, you're gonna lecturing others!