| Some smoke or sober
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| Sad fate, if you don't see me anymore it's that I'm dead or that the cops have me
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| ve-soul
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| Street children, bad generation, I don't show off,
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| I smoked the whole barrette (Unhealthy)
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| Misunderstood but aware, I lead the life of an autistic, legacy of a lifetime
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| delivered without instructions
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| At night I think too much, often I make movies (well yeah)
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| I don't have the keys to success, I made the wires
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| Tear me out of this town, leave the police madness for life, take away my pretty
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| Mauritian
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| Hard to mix, so many trials, so few acquittals, I sided,
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| finally practically
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| Here we do what we want, rob banks or gas stations
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| Here there is no father-son relationship
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| Risking jail for us the cause is worthy, drugs are good so I
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| fly like Louane
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| Survivor of the big cities, the streets, the inconveniences
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| Dreaming of a quiet life when the conscience really isn't
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| I'm one of those men, unpredictable like a damn bomb
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| And the past will catch up with us even at the end of the world
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| In the cul-de-sac we make money but by betting all
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| Our lives are dirty things, so-called soft drugs
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| Enemy of the proc', released then put back in touch
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| The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up
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| (The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up)
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| I don't go out, nothing to offer (nothing)
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| I avoid showing myself
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| If this is the place to be, I'm the opposite
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| One day I will leave, move from here to live in autarky
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| Take my pennies and run like Omar Sy
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| I write when I'm down, I'm a most genuine man,
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| I'm a novelist, I'm not romantic
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| Bad reputation, one day we lose, another we win
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| It didn't fall from the sky, it fell from the truck
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| An angel wants me bad, another has a good bottom
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| Both speak to me, often I confuse them
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| Despite the weight of the years, at home the darons pull
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| It's not the angles but the ends of the month that we hope to round off
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| Survivor of the big cities, the streets, the inconveniences
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| Dreaming of a quiet life when the conscience really isn't
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| I'm one of those men, unpredictable like a damn bomb
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| And the past will catch up with us even at the end of the world
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| In the cul-de-sac we make money but by betting all
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| Our lives are dirty things, so-called soft drugs
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| Enemy of the proc', released then put back in touch
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| The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up
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| (The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up)
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| I know the street and strength in numbers
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| Like Franky, having a quiet little life can't be bought, even all the gold
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| of the world
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| The past is not far away, and catches up with you in a heavy climate, even if you flee
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| driving at 200
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| The faults are accepted, the damage is done, not a half remorse
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| Is it a locker or a semi?
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| I'm between good and evil, only coded names
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| It's like the rope game, you have to pull hard to be on the safe side
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| I don't give a damn about getting likes
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| I spend my time unhooking my chains
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| Revenge, tomorrow is another night
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| Do you know that the greatest battles are always fought against yourself?
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| Survivor of the big cities, the streets, the inconveniences
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| Dreaming of a quiet life when the conscience really isn't
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| I'm one of those men, unpredictable like a damn bomb
|
| And the past will catch up with us even at the end of the world
|
| In the cul-de-sac we make money but by betting all
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| Our lives are dirty things, so-called soft drugs
|
| Enemy of the proc', released then put back in touch
|
| The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up
|
| (The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up)
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| Survivor of the big cities, the streets, the inconveniences
|
| Dreaming of a quiet life when the conscience really isn't
|
| I'm one of those men, unpredictable like a damn bomb
|
| And the past will catch up with us even at the end of the world
|
| In the cul-de-sac we make money but by betting all
|
| Our lives are dirty things, so-called soft drugs
|
| Enemy of the proc', released then put back in touch
|
| The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up
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| (The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up)
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| (The street is not a game you stop by saying thumbs up) |