[Lyrics to "Dystopia"]

[Intro]
We come back we fuck you, wAllah
Dignity and culture

[Verse 1]
Hey, I see these photos lying around again, I try to stay focused
When the fire-meu crackle, paralyze the public when they chuckle
Baby, you will pass a salam to the S
I could have collapsed without Yous' advice, but thank God Jacques is strong
Hey, a bit of the two of us in each effort, neither autotune nor the slightest FX
I write while waiting on everything, time erases
I promised myself a career worthy of the grеats, without a manager with my balls, my guts, that the DA fuck the trap
Ah, Voluptyk if I catch it
Eh, that thе DA fuck the trap
Azy, Voluptyk if I catch it

[Verse 2]
Sometimes tomorrow seems further away than yesterday
I would have done better to hold you with both hands
I was naive, I wanted to tell you "see you tomorrow"
I have to get used to it, get used to the idea that you won't be there tomorrow
Finally, I will go alone to Santo Domingo
Let's live, light, nothing is, fateful it will be
Oh, eh, oh eh eh
Tonight the night will be calm, I have to work at the bar and blow up 100s at ten bucks
That's it baby, it's over, you told me "it's bland"
We end up getting tired of covering up our faults
You, you're tired of hiding your wounds
I see smiles on faces, a horizon behind the shore
Take my album as your ultimate refuge, as soon as the memories resurface
In fact, love is overrated
It's Tino who loves you, Jacques it was a surprise, eh
Zero jokes, no sarcasm, we just have to leave, near the rue du Bac
I liked it a lot when we were walking, near the Avenue du Maine, near the wet alleys
Fuck off, it's good, that's it, I'm in pain
[Verse 3]
Aquarius not Gemini, is she the one I hear moaning
I refuse the position of spokesperson for those we never hear from
Fuck off baby, I can already be heard quite a bit
In fact, there's nothing guaranteed, I take everything out of my pocket until it becomes profitable
I shake the walls of the game until it becomes wobbly, whether we come from Beirut or whether we come from Belgrade
A beautiful athlete, a beautiful frame, two zero two
I want to stay in the heart of Panama, or failing that in the heart of Madame, eh
I'm not going home right away, it's over, you can keep my sweatshirts
I'll let you watch my feat if you do twelve squats
No time to get confused over stupid things
Check, it's over, eh
We would have sickened up to twelve doctors
From one day to the next we stopped everything
A dream, a reality, a dystopia, you're fresh, I should have stopped you
An album, 19 dislocated prods, 19 chapters edited via Distrokid
At least once rich we'll be sad in peace, I can't burn everything in palaces, big hotels
I probably lacked malice and consensus in believing that you had consented to it
I say no more, the rest the others do not care
On the account, there were not thirty-four but twelve cents
The memory of your presence as the ultimate refuge
The sheets that I burned with another bitch, you still won't make your life with another bastard

[Verse 4]
Hey
I do what I have to do, and I come back, I take you away like a big bastard
Uncertainty, you know it wears out, in fear when you're the best you know it's bank
Tonight I'm going to toast to the loves of youth who break the mouth
Keep my sweater and keep the peach
Your head on my shoulder, they were the last tears, like a knife, like yet another blade
In time takes the wind, the wind takes everything
Time takes you away, but tell me how are you?
Do relationships hold together when we, decide to break up
My life was a sex movie, our relationship in a wheelchair desecrates love
Cupid, he smokes rolls, that big bastard, I met him in mid-September, I knocked him out
[Outtro]
Now that there's nobody left, I have to focus
I go around Paris on foot, fuck the Mondeo, the Ford Focus
She's good, give me a big focal, I'll settle everything with a big vocal
There's a passer-by who gives me a smile, here, take a sheet