Gris [English translation]

[Intro]

Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius

Hey

[Chorus]

Every disastrous balance, except nose to the stars

I'm stacking the horrors, I'm nice but awful

I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent

The pale complexion and the black soul, the gray horizon

[Verse 1]

Baby, don't be mad at me. I got more important things to do than texting you

There's a lot of stuff up your ass that shouldn't be like CRS batons

The man is bad, if he could immolate himself, meagre virtue for not very thick bundle

It's the fair, Hermes' wisdom has been reduced to a belt buckle

Closed massage room, series of Pegasus potatoes in the nose

I'm looking for nirvana, I'm going away, I'm getting high, I'm wasting my time and my health

On Ouija's table, it says "V.A.L.D."", my demons help me sing

Patented bitch, says to me: "Come", I'm already bored and I didn't even come home

How can I trust you? You brag about watching the enemy in front of your own mirror

All these sons of bitches, I don't forget them, I put their names in my grimoire

NQNT: acronym, fucks industry, naughty girl

You see it in our mines, that at least our needs are impoverished if our hearts atrophy

[Chorus]

Every disastrous balance, except nose to the stars

I'm stacking the horrors, I'm nice but awful

I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent

The pale complexion and the black soul, the gray horizon

[Verse 2]

I put my head upside down as soon as I can, I even do it on the cover

What do you want, seriously: my buzz or my money?

A picture? Don't be like, you're just chatting

I've seen all the Lie to me, you're trying to scam me, I've spotted your dimple

Taga in the sock, I have to take care of mine, milk powder flush with the pod

Today I got up, I decided to fuck them in 90 km/h

You speak to me, you see that I am elsewhere, on the lookout for the scrolls that come

Your path is traced, the gods and the slavers have already marked it out

Cut the crap, turn off your TV, you're gonna believe their nonsense

I think a lot about myself, a little less about the homeless who will not spend the winter

You get used to everything, everybody sucks me, nobody loves me and I start to get used to it

You're shocked by the saliva test. I'm the happiest mammal of all

Small smile in corner on the stretcher, death for only happy end

[Chorus]

Every disastrous balance, except nose to the stars

I'm stacking the horrors, I'm nice but awful

I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent

The pale complexion and the black soul, the gray horizon

[Verse 3]

Big shot in the kneecap, one day peace, one day nah, it modulates

I fly over the crowd before ending up in the cemetery of the commune

Shut your big mouth, it pollutes; you got balls looking like eggs

NQNTMQMQMB : Mo-Mo-Motus

I am the problem and the solution, I have the totem and the eye of Horus

I always have a bonus in my pocket, I crumble in lotus position

Seine Saint Denis: there's no shooting, you were looking for love but you went to sluts

I say anything, it's known, I do anything but I don't forget any

[Chorus]

Every disastrous balance, except nose to the stars

I'm stacking the horrors, I'm nice but awful

I speak of myself as a product of the environment, so violent

The pale complexion and the black soul, the gray horizon