[Intro]
It seems that
1.6.3.0, thousand
Eleven, ninety, L.A
Huh
[Verse 1]
I walk alone but am well accompanied: there are thirty people working behind my stage name
A switchblade at the bottom of the basket, anything can happen during this period of nonsense (never again)
And there, I spit the smoke from the backwoods (backwoods), I watch the TV, it's not cool (huh, huh)
Zemmour gives his opinion on Trump as if we had something to do with it, huh
It's impossible to lose the effect or make the same mistakes but I do that
The bike's brakes have been dead for a long time but I still ride it and tighten my buttocks
BX misses the sun like I miss Léna on tour, fortunately, I don't drink and I am well surrounded (yeah)
What would I do after the shows if I was drunk? I’m already having trouble calming my energy even after I’ve smoked
But then thank God, I stay with the brothers and I sleep, like two pure Cali indicas at once
I almost no longer hear the whistling in my ear, it's like I paid my debt to finally become happy
It's been three years of me making euros, the Choco album is desired, I have almost no more neurons, I think I hear the song of the sirens
I don't have the serum except for a plant that perched me and leached a little from me, it put my ideas back in place
[Chorus]
You suffer the effects of the atmosphere and you freak out, it's war, it's the quest for money
It's shit, it's hated, it's hard work to do something else
It's the money, it's the fame, it's the Earth, too hot
A hole in the ozone layer, a lot of Gonzos
Who can I believe? Who can I trust?
[Verse 2]
All day long, citizens breathe poison, pollution settles among tacky people
In thirty years, we won't be able to fish anymore, I still want to eat a dead animal at home alone
What is this rotten instinct? To kill for food? I don't wanna stop the meat, I can't let them suffer
I close my eyes and I order, the product arrives in an instant and it puts a smile on my face (ah, ah, ah)
I'm walking alone, they're right next door, they're watching well hidden in the crowd
There's sad boys dead because of new rules and the new fashion, I don't give a damn
I'm in sandals, at home, we say "slache", watch the world burn from the balcony
If my enemy punches me with a weapon, should I say to him "go fuck yourself" or "don't be foolish"?
[Chorus]
You suffer the effects of the atmosphere and you freak out, it's war, it's the quest for money
It's shit, it's hated, it's hard work to do something else
It's the money, it's the fame, it's the Earth, too hot
A hole in the ozone layer, a lot of Gonzos
Who can I believe? Who can I trust?
[Outro (Audio of a recorded call)]
- But we are controlled [?]
Don't tell them "no, we're being watched", watched, controlled, you're, you're controlled!
I was in London, you won't believe me, something crazy
In London, there were the London fireworks, a hundred thousand people watching the fireworks, three kids were smoking their shit ... I swear, you won't believe me, uh, in two seconds, the cops were there
- Huh?
- So explain to me?
- Amongst so many people, how can they come across them so quickly?
- In two seconds, the cops came and caught them. Two little kids were smoking a joint
- The smell, right?