Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Joshy Josh)
Junior Alaprod and nan, there's nothing new
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops
I've always preferred the dough
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
She tells me "not without me", me, I can wait
I don't have trust in you, teach me how to trust myself
I grew up in doubt, in the streets, not on Twitter
In the sombre areas, I've been a smuggler and goalscorer
On the terrain until late hours, i'll be alone in my tomb
We grew up in pain, there was money in our boxers way before we made any sound
Therefore, I'm showing you my hand, you're not going to give me a lecture, me, I'm a big boy
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops
I've always preferred the dough
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
Give me your heart, tell me everything
Who has hurt you before?
Give me your heart, tell me everything
If you're with me, it's better, if you're against me, too bad
All my life, i've been escaping from the cops, it's not a woman who is going to make me peaceful
Two phones, I double the benefits, twice the problems, I'm too much of a defeatist
Two phones, I double the benefits, don't forget the cleats on the terrain, it's slippery
So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me how you want to do this but
Stop repeating the I'm going to end up behind bars
It's going to bring me bad luck, you should shut up
We go out hand-in-hand when the building will be surrounded
A few contacts, a phone with an SFR, I do rounds in the sector with the pimp and his prostitutes
Never in our lives, us, we let ourselves get pushed around so let me add-on some fucking zeros to my paycheck
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops
I've always preferred the dough
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
Give me your heart, tell me everything
Who has hurt you before?
Give me your heart, tell me everything
No trust, I'm scared of betrayal
I have but that in my head when I leave for a mission
I put my doubts in my cigarette paper, the bic pen does the rest
We are all born to die, even relaxation is hurried
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
My darling causes me problems
She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops
I've always preferred the dough
I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated
Give me your heart, tell me everything
Who has hurt you before?
Give me your heart, tell me everything