Sors de ma tête [English translation]

[Refrain]

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head

You shout, “Wicked”, when I release the artwork, you finish me off when I come out of the room

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head

You shout, “Wicked”, when I release the artwork, you finish me off when I come out of the room

[Verse 1]

I’ve got nothing more to lose

It’s been quite a while, your comments hurt me no more

I don’t wait for people to give me a hand, I’ve grown a pair of

Balls, and on the battle field, I’ll be the last man on the ground, yeah, yeah, yeah

I wear the number 10 like Sadio Mane, inspired like never before, don’t be surprised if I release several projects in the same year

Don’t take me for an item, that in one click, you add to your basket

I don’t know you, I’d rather be alone than be in bad company

Paranoid, I’m starting to be careful of the people who insist on helping me out

If it’s because you owe me one, no thank you, I’m not wet behind the ears

As a result of being disappointed, my trust has become difficult to gain

How can you shoot me and walk by my side at the same time?

[Refrain]

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head

You shout, “Wicked”, when I release the artwork, you finish me off when I come out of the room

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head

You shout, “Wicked”, when I release the artwork, you finish me off when I come out of the room

[Verse 2]

Sorry but I have doubts

The little tricks and the commas, sorry, I know them all

Don’t tell me that I’ve got cash, boy, I could have made double of that

One thing is for sure, boy, never again will I be chiseled

I’m on my guard, my enemies want to see my cards

So many acquaintances but how many true friends if I lose my way?

If I lose my way, who will bust my balls? Who will speak to me out of good will?

Who will tell me, “Karim, wake up, we don’t want you to go crashing into the wall”?

I’m alone and I have a whole empire to build, in truth, I have no right to sleep

Here, it’s up to me to think but I need a right-hand man to advise me

Eh, up until this point, I charged headlong without asking myself if the light was red or green

Eh, I looked up, now, in order for it to fall from the sky, it’s not enough to wait with an open mouth

I scribble and scribble, my phone has never seen so many letters

I can’t hold it against you: if you’re hating, it’s because that’s what you’ve got time for

[Refrain]

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head

You shout, “Wicked”, when I release the artwork, you finish me off when I come out of the room

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head

Get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head, get out of my head