J’viens casser la torpeur une canette de Monster Bossu parce que je bosse dur J’suis pas un imposteur mais j’suis dans une posture Ah shit Fuck I lost my In the mood for gold Can’t snooze too old I’ll trade views for my soul Got the juice but no control Yeah I look depressed but it’s worse I don’t wanna be another Fred Durst I’m never at peace got a temper That I’m bottling in till my head bursts Dreams of Soprano income More than I could handle This a rap song or a sitcom
Want the whole career like Kim Jong I live in my dreams I’m stuck in fiction Beauty killing the beast I’m King Kong Am I a dying breed a Sony Ericsson I won’t quit breathing till I got a hit song Freestyling to the sound of our shrinking brains I act just like a clown I’m here to entertain Nothing too profound, just a little profane I’m never going down unless she screaming my name Oscar Freestyling to the sound of our shrinking brains I act just like a clown I’m here to entertain Nothing too profound, just a little profane I’m never going down unless she screaming my name Oscar