| I rap my dreams, always challenge when I taff the lyrics
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| On the lookout when the farts pass
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| I'm happy when I brew coins
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| When I massage buttocks
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| When the interrogation is brief
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| In short, if I tear myself away, a villa, no, it's too banal
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| I want a cabin and a big canna cigar
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| We can change like Obama says
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| So I'm out of here as long as it's hot there
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| No cocktail, as long as there is water I drink it
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| I rap my dreams while the others bark
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| Man I'm cool even if I raise my voice
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| This fucking truth tell me who dares to see it
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| But I tear myself away but it's not shellfish
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| Happiness for brothers, for me it's just enough
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| Before it got out of hand we could have broke
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| But I never would have known what could have happened
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| If I tear myself away, I roll petch and I weave my race
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| On the beach, calm far from the little birds of prey
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| Far from my little apartment with my 10 Apaches
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| If it works bro, we won't tell you
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| You don't know that if I tear myself away
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| I want to see stuff to make my jaw drop
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| And in a warm country, where after two puffs, I sit
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| I want beaches, cocktails, and massages
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| I don't want everyone in the street walking alone
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| I don't want a life full of journalists, oh no thank you
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| Even if you beg me, I will answer you no thank you
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| I don't care if people are rich and sexy
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| A place for me, I don't feel like it exists
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| It's like rap, me you know, as long as I express myself
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| It's like the challenge, the release of my mind
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| I'm not well in my head, there's not much to fix it
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| Even a little charter flight, don't give a fuck, it's not bsahtek
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| Impossible, you don't see me "skhren"
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| On the eyes the cap, pop the watermelon vodka
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| Brother yeah, pop the watermelon vodka
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| If I tear myself away it's in the sun with my little wife
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| It won't be to make sorrel, nor to have little fans
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| Never stress again, never know the tigue-fa
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| From where I'll be, I'll send cards to my thousand-fa
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| I would have my little home next to the sea
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| Two-three plantations to challenge his mother
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| The watchword is quit, see no stress
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| To not have hatred, don't worry there's my princess
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| The worries have to stop, the troubles are silent
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| In my paradise there will be no discomfort
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| I got my goals, I made my list
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| Over there it will be the kiff, the suitcases full of happiness
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| Don't come and challenge my values
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| Over there, it will be the sun that will give me the time
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| I would look funny, look funny
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| Far from Europe, boycott the Côte d'Azur
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| To tell the truth, me leaving, it doesn't suit me
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| I'm fine where I am, what else would I do?
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| I don't see myself dropping everything, changing my life for a better world
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| Starting over is hot and failure I'm afraid
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| Down to earth, maybe, but I'm still a dreamer
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| Freestyle Live on the Air, I'm high for hours
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| I don't see myself as a millionaire, or a frequent traveler
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| I wanted to say "I love you" to my mother, to my brother, to my sisters
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| Need to clear my head, I don't like when you cry
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| I fuck people, I rap with my heart
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| I digress from the theme of course
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| Tear me away? |
| You're crazy, I love my sector too much |