[Lyrics to "Alone at Last"]

[Intro]
Hey
How do you want me to explain things that I'm not fucked up to understand
Tell yourself my khey, that you're on the right track if they can't understand you
Like that, it seems stupid
But that's the only way it seems good to me
Writing is the soul that bursts in silence
So they won't bother you with my silences

[Verse 1]
I imagine myself without a roof, without you, I see blurry
Tonight, wAllah I break my voice in one go, a hundred times
What am I getting into in the aqua
I stayed up for others to sit
If we think of them, we think of ourselves
My foot, my foot, my foot, your foot
A Tokyo model in silk
It's time for the topL'
Fuck off I'm not in the mood (hеy)
To say that I could have ended up in prison bеcause of a mood swing
Shit
Go fuck the rhymes
I handle more complex patterns than some women
Ambitions are born in the binks (binks, binks)
Where we give you a sample of 22nd
Where Jacques threw Tino from the 22nd
When I carried the weight, they carried the 3ein
[Bridge]
It doesn't matter
You know, I understand, you're woozy
It doesn't matter
She listens to B.B. Jacques, she doesn't listen to rap

[Verse 2]
My mother-in-law does pilates in a Corsican villa
She knows that I work on syllables and that I dodge the Ford
I'm in a pair of brand new Ralph so I'm-who floats it
Hey
Either they will find that I am abusing or they will say that was it
Graphically immature despite all these drawings
It's just to support me that I was drunk
It's me, I put up with you, I was drunk
When I carried the weight, they carried me the 3ein

[Bridge]
It's the jungle like in Calais, it's heresy
We tear each other apart, we end up in shreds, desert neighborhoods
To make mom cry, it's to scold Zeus
The streets are deserted, the night will be quiet

[Verse 3]
I continue on my way
I have to blacken the leaves, the cadenced exit rhythm
It's normal, it's over, the designed' explodes 'there is the danger
It's over baby there's Kooking he started to think
Think started dancing
I continue on my way
I have to blacken the leaves, the cadenced exit rhythm
It's normal, it's over, the designed' explodes 'there's danger
I was told if you don't do it for yourself, do it at least for French rap
Do it at least for French rap
And go fuck off, they criticize but they suck-ah
Do I sell it or do I stock it-ah
I see them selling gue-dro from thirteen to sixteen, it's [?]
Assize clerk
Where are the homies assisting you, huh?
The eyes of the poor say more
We fuck, we love each other, we exonerate each other
I have more to say than to say skurt
With us the lovers argue
You know very well that lovers call themselves "friends"
I have to wear my balls and I say "stop"