| Like the others at 15 years old, I discovered the fons'
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| I breathe in, Monday cheats under the vapors of cons'
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| I'm kidding school, I'm drunk, sad, I'm dreaming in class, alas, I laugh and let go,
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| take off and crash at the end of the runway
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| Like the others seem that I have abilities
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| But I smoke out, taciturn on full moon days
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| Lazy I track the easy money, I walk the city
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| A few debts, try me in the deal and its twists and turns
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| Too tender, I want to appear but I let go of the matter quickly, it smells of sere-mi
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| My mother discovers some barrettes
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| I write my name on the post like on the walls
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| For car theft I don't have the gift, I just play dumb I'm nothing tough
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| Outside you saw the time, we spend our life cutting in the hall
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| Hardcore, we joke around insulting each other
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| Like the others I discover the rhyme I start the rap
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| 98 in the 78, everything starts from there...
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| Teenage crisis, we kill boredom, we hit bars
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| Disobey, get lost in this meaningless life
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| Teenage crisis, we smoke we flee by the looks
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| Orders issued get lost in this meaningless life
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| Like the other air bubbles at the foot coughing the fag
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| Slide to high school all in Lacoste like parrots
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| In the bus we hit bars, tag stations
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| Guys who dream of serious jobs that pay like the starting point
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| Like the others, I skip class and I hang out
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| My father speaks to me, I don't give a fuck and I'm deaf on purpose
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| I hear the oaths, ignore the vows that come from them
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| With the hair dryer I cut out 'screw-ser' my wanderings
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| Bad seller I do my ranges
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| Leave the chromes on the left, the profit burns, thinking of something else
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| Like the others to enter the rooms
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| Affable with women with cowardly "I love you" thrown under the leg
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| I left some hearts in shreds, paid my spreads
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| Drawn the wrong cards like a bonneteau
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| In short, it hangs around in the city center, meaningless bullshit
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| In the silence on the slab we wait for the year 2000...
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| Teenage crisis, we kill boredom, we hit bars
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| Disobey, get lost in this meaningless life
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| Teenage crisis, we smoke we flee by the looks
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| Orders issued get lost in this meaningless life |