[Intro]
Yeah it's cques-Ja
(I perish the business)
Like something that broke

[Chorus]
Yeah it’s cques-Ja, a text, a whisky, a head-cha
In the cinema, in the textile industry, in the peu-ra
The business I perpetuate it
I was listening to peu-ra on the bus with Bérénice
Yeah it's cques-Ja, a text, a whisky, a head-cha
In the cinema, in the textile industry, in the peu-ra
The business I perpetuate it
I was listening to peu-ra on the bus with Bérénice

[Verse 1]
After the scene, she congratulates me
She comes from the south but right now she's in Velizy
Cques-Ja is a vintage
You would have stayed a little longer, the time that it farts, the time that I stabilize
You would have stayed a little longer while I stabilized
The time that I stabilize myself, like something that broke
I don’t even have the courage to delete all our photos in Cassis
I'm writing this at a time when I'm sure you're sleeping
The bed, there's no one left to break it
When you think you know someone, you're mistaken
You and me, but what a mistake
I did it with a lot of passion and very little mastery
There's only one ear in the helmet that works, but that's no excuse
I wanted to write about something else and I swear to you that there are phases that I refrain from noting
I shed tears of heaven
The glass rises before dawn, I get better with age
I let two ice cubes float in the sky
Then I take them out, I throw them away
[Verse 2]
They will abuse my patience if I hesitate
LNS, PDP, yeah that’s fancy
They will abuse my patience if I hesitate
LNS, PDP, yeah that’s fancy
There are far too many sacrifices to which I consent
One eye resting on the waves of the Seine
The other on the silhouette of a woman who looks like you from behind
I do violence to put words on what others feel
Inspired by the pain that falls on me
Sitting at my table, I don't count the hours spent alone writing like an idiot
The world I wanted to put at your feet
But I have the impression that for you it was not good enough
The impression that for you I was not good enough
Blue sky, I didn’t paint it enough

[Chorus]
I stabilize
I was listening to peu-ra on the bus with Bérénice
Since the business I perpetuate it

[Verse 3]
I turn on a big filter, this one I shield it
I would give the list of sacrifices if tomorrow I arm myself
The game, I just fuck it
They make balloons while the Jacques works
If you see people leaving, it's because success is on the way
Your face, I refrained from putting it in my music videos
With you I had a plan, I was protecting us, I was afraid that success was on the way
I didn't want much, but it was too much to ask
There are questions that I no longer dared to ask
And answers that I have to look for
So the next one I have to load it
[Chorus]
It's a vintage
The business, I perpetuate it
I was listening to peu-ra on the bus with Bérénice
The business I perpetuate it
I was listening to peu-ra on the bus with Bérénice
PDP, a vintage
Come from the south but right now she’s in Velizy
In the cinema, in the textile industry, in the peu-ra, in the vintage