[Refrain] x2
We're all strangers, mixed
Mad beings and angels
We're all deranged, itching
To be treated in this old France
I'm disgusted, I've done so much
I've tasted your vehemences
But I'm going to prove to you that we really
like to listen to our preferences
[Couplet 1]
And that's one for the mifa, two for rap
Three for the bit of hash that keeps me high all night
Four for the small cups with low esteem
I let go, five for my sadists, I haven't found the sixth
That gets stuck with the rolls, everywhere the cops go
Because we are lively, we control the asphalt
Look, I don't have your dirty amateur walk
I have faith, I don't lose myself, that's Marshall Mathers
In Parisian version, I'll pass the message onto my sister
Alas my sentences don't reflect my value
I erase the traces, I don't have space, there
Man, pass the massas, this is the leases
I don't like salads, break these walls
These narrow scams, but that's rap
When my friends were racketeering, I said: "Stop, it's over'"
In the metro, there are police, if you're crazy, hide this loophole, shit
The state hurts, man, I didn't go to college, but
I crush the wacks in a very serious state
[Bridge] x2
I smoke my drag, you
can find me in a hoodie
I rise up and the moon cheers for me, man
don't cry because this macabre fight kills
[Refrain] x2
We're all strangers, mixed
Mad beings and angels
We're all deranged, itching
To be treated in this old France
I'm disgusted, I've done so much
I've tasted your vehemences
But I'm going to prove to you that we really
like to listen to our preferences
[Couplet 2]
I dream of green horizons with tons of weed
Offered to the cops, a frenzy of conquest
And if you lose it's complete heresy
Glass of beer with lime, R.E.R. too quickly crowded
The air of tales of partners in crime is lost towards the filthy cities
Shit, I'm not just a little Greek asshole
Teasing with the tipsy girls
Each of my titles is a scent of my huge dreams
Han, I'm wearing the clothes that you lent me, man, but I'm going to push myself
I fuck your miss in the head, maybe not a reverse
Maybe we don't want a barrier, we speak badly to each other
What are covering up, I'm staying in the depths of my lair
It's for the family, the entourage
We took our time, but we put our future in the work
Rich drunk kids yelling in the metro make me sick
A way of life tied to that of standing brothers
Yes, invited by the abyss, go for a ride
Smoke a spliff, roll, friend, smoke a spliff, and it rolls again
Ooh, the stuff inspires me and it boosts me up
Guided by the crew or sucked into the blues
Nekfeu, I remain a particle of the city
I keep the attitude given my team's number
S-Crew
[Refrain] x2
We're all strangers, mixed
Mad beings and angels
We're all deranged, itching
To be treated in this old France
I'm disgusted, I've done so much
I've tasted your vehemences
But I'm going to prove to you that we really
like to listen to our preferences