Yeah, Hey, Hey Boom Every time I see I'm there I don't talk about it When I'm there I see I don't talk about it Every time I see I'm there but I don't talk about it I don't talk about it Yo, hey, boom This weirdo comes to my concert with the guy who wants the ken I'm tired of bouldering, I'm going to get some fresh air, I'm scratching along the banks of the Seine Believe me that the lack of sorrel and the hess, fuck the lazy mother The French rappers are all lined up, I'm fucking mothers in a row I haven't slept much this week, in Margiela, you were walking there, you couldn't hide your pain from me Those evenings, where when I'm there I feel much more alone than when I'm hanging out She is far too empty in her heart, she is far too full in her zen' Talk to me, talk to me, poke me, poke me You have to pass through my veins To know me you need more than a profile, false life bothers me Do you want them to be honest? Ask how much they put on, or wait until they bleed I'm grateful to the Lord, I'm not one of those who complain No, I'm not one of those who slow down Tell me what you're trying to escape