[Intro : Lomepal]
Brain overloads like a train when there's a few strikes
No rest, even when the tires break
We're chatting, we'll see what our errors create
Bad boys don't know any regrets
Brain overloads like a train when there's a few strikes
No rest, even when the tires break
We're chatting, we'll see what our errors create
Bad boys don't know any regrets
[Verse 1 : Lomepal]
Ballin' generation, losing everything in an all-in
Nothing is sure, life is a huge schoolyard
We do the opposite of what the police should do
Wherever madness is missing
I don't like you, but I'm well educated
If I fuck your mom, I do it politely
Luxury or unemployment, lobster or ricard
We're only good at feasting like in Kusturica's movies
But I'll know what to do if at one point there's a sign
I know how to improvise: I do my clips with Adrien, Momo and Yassine (The Order)
My liver is weak like an empty manifestation
I need to change my bad habits quickly
I didn't learn anything, I still puke on myself like a student
Outside, I'm disgusting, inside, I'm beautiful (I'm beautiful)
Fuck the big ship, we lead our own boat (own boat)
We need money and the devil wants to offer us a deal
There's enough to forget in the brown bag
We only talk about girls, but we spend our time among men like in Brokeback's mountains (Oz)
Hopefully my rhyme brings me to something less boring
Smoking, it creates connections but it makes me ask myself too much things
That's why I need to drink at the same time (hey, hey)
This super planet is going downhill
But the devil keeps telling me there's never enough sugar
We have to fight day and night, seven days a week
We're improving but our laurels will never be enough for us to rest on (no)
I repeated how to fix the flaws so much, my voice ended up breaking (yeah)
I have serious techniques
If we forced those leading cunts to take ayahuasca, the planet would be better off (hey, hey, hey)
It's sad that we need this to open our eyes
My peers want to make cash before they see the last night covering the skies
You're different, stop joking, you're cute
Even you, you will do anything to have billions
If a day, you win millions (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm not saying it's a good reasoning
But hopefully I spend everything with true friends (ooh)
Finding a good reason to live, we're close to it
We're living together, together we'll burn until the last ember
Squad until death like the MS-13
We're talking politics until five in the morning while smoking hashish (while smoking hashish)
My bros want me to believe society is screwing me
But I don't see it, my head is in the chemtrails
[Bridge : Lomepal]
Fuck the sy-sy-system, you don't like the 6-6-6 but the 6-6-6 loves you (Yup, yup, yup)
Fuck the sy-sy-system, you don't like the 6-6-6 but the 6-6-6 loves you (Hey)
Fuck the sy-sy-system, you don't like the 6-6-6 but the 6-6-6 loves you (Hey)
Fuck the sy-sy-system, you don't like the 6-6-6 but the 6-6-6 loves you (Hey)
Fuck the sy-sy-system, you don't like the 6-6-6 but the 6-6-6 loves you (You don't like the 6-6-6)
Fuck the sy-sy-system, you don't like the 6-6-6 but the 6-6-6 loves you (Hey)
[Bridge : Doums]
Yo
You don't like the 6-6-6 but the 6-6-6 loves you
Seven Five, 2Fingz
Dolo ocho juego ocho
[Verse 2 : Nepal & Doums]
They ended up digging up Lucy when out of ivory
We know history, everyone lies, so what does it mean to stay lucid ?
I don't have my bachelor nor a DEUG1 but they can wait in the factory
I already dreamed enough about being a thug, too late for excuses
Where did the profit from the interests we were deducting go ?
Indeed, the vice's call turned out to be strong and very harmful
In the meantime, we know our lyrics better than the Bible
I'm meticulous, like an undertaker the day he kills himself
Seated in a car of line 12, I'm watching the beginning of Matrix
My friends smoke and drink, ride waves on pneumatic beds
The life in pink tricked us, I call that Buu-Majin
For me it's the green, for them it will be small plastic sleeves of Blue Magic
In clubs, we drop off the bottles
Don't play dumb when you're drinking
I have the endurance of a coke seller coming from Honduras
Super prideful, hey, we have all the artifacts
Life yeah, it can be hard sometimes, some end up out of the game
In the Intersterllar, a prayer made as a wish
Life is not Arte, fuck, demoniac like Hortefeux
My goal isn't to be your model, I'm not your father, nor your brother
The laws of the market are harsh: either you pay, or you die
Politics call us lazy but their jobs are fictional
They look strong, but they don't have answers for dark groups
Standing on the convertible, you get shot like Kennedy
Everybody hopes for a better world but in the end, what about it ?
1. French diploma obtained after two years of studies post-higschool