26
Juicy Juicy but I'm on the wait
Regrets regrets put them on the tape
2 steps 2 steps and I go away
2 steps 2steps 2 steps ooph
Let me take you back in 1994
First years, for the best yeah sure
Till 6 with 2 siblings on and off
Cause they are from another father didn't mean a thing at all
From other mother the same, 3 from this side, 5 sis-bros overall
Pardon my french, blended fam is the term
I ain't trying to lose you
I just try to express my past
I wonder if that's who how thing goes
When you are born during a divorce
Not 'tween my cause though stories before
2 families splitted and I'm the only joint
I moved 6 times before to pass 12
To start from scratch
Not an event
50-50 half of my life with each parent
500 kms
"Bézaf, Bézaf" on the map "Lyon" city
2 sides of the globe, the shades of my friendships
One side African, the other one Frenchy
Algerian blood, we do everything
I don't pull out the flag
But you know the deal
5 years out the borders now everything seem
To take another turn not sure bout my place
I have to make the statement accurate
Speakers blasting me till I'm ignorant
Back to my bullshit
With a smile cause the stories were crazy
Burka or trappin' was never something weird there
Kids selling drugs, school riot, secondary
Shits from the past even digested well
Might be stuck to your back
Culture duality in my roots
If I refuse to pray will they still look (after me)
Last and only paradox kid
Brothers and sisters I couldn't grow up with
Not a real problem
I'm just talking my truth
The way to grab a piece of peace
13 now "Vaulx-en-Velin" hood
Too white for the black
Too "type" for the white
Few years later
Still hear the screams
But they come both from the house and the street
Then I passed my twenty
Prison gave back a brother after a lobotomy
I don't dare to mention
Cold sweats thinking about "Allah"
Bring me back the past
I knew at "Aljida"
Cumin smell at the door
"Makroud", mint tea, "tajine", "labés" I'm good
Some sensation you can't separate
They are just part of you
Like a "Madeleine de Proust"
My grandma passed, I'm out of my zone
Abroad, I saw the funeral through my phone
Inside the smoke, the memories are resting
I'm building my line even if I wasn't wanted
Think bout the last one cause I'm getting the messages
I get you to relate, my part of the deal
Success is mental, horizon to win
Lyrics in your mind, it's my way to feel
Regrets regrets put them on the tape
2 steps 2 steps and I go away
2 steps 2steps 2 steps ooph
Let me take you back in 1994
First years, for the best yeah sure
Till 6 with 2 siblings on and off
Cause they are from another father didn't mean a thing at all
From other mother the same, 3 from this side, 5 sis-bros overall
Pardon my french, blended fam is the term
I ain't trying to lose you
I just try to express my past
I wonder if that's who how thing goes
When you are born during a divorce
Not 'tween my cause though stories before
2 families splitted and I'm the only joint
I moved 6 times before to pass 12
To start from scratch
Not an event
50-50 half of my life with each parent
500 kms
"Bézaf, Bézaf" on the map "Lyon" city
2 sides of the globe, the shades of my friendships
One side African, the other one Frenchy
Algerian blood, we do everything
I don't pull out the flag
But you know the deal
5 years out the borders now everything seem
To take another turn not sure bout my place
I have to make the statement accurate
Speakers blasting me till I'm ignorant
Back to my bullshit
With a smile cause the stories were crazy
Burka or trappin' was never something weird there
Kids selling drugs, school riot, secondary
Shits from the past even digested well
Might be stuck to your back
Culture duality in my roots
If I refuse to pray will they still look (after me)
Last and only paradox kid
Brothers and sisters I couldn't grow up with
Not a real problem
I'm just talking my truth
The way to grab a piece of peace
13 now "Vaulx-en-Velin" hood
Too white for the black
Too "type" for the white
Few years later
Still hear the screams
But they come both from the house and the street
Then I passed my twenty
Prison gave back a brother after a lobotomy
I don't dare to mention
Cold sweats thinking about "Allah"
Bring me back the past
I knew at "Aljida"
Cumin smell at the door
"Makroud", mint tea, "tajine", "labés" I'm good
Some sensation you can't separate
They are just part of you
Like a "Madeleine de Proust"
My grandma passed, I'm out of my zone
Abroad, I saw the funeral through my phone
Inside the smoke, the memories are resting
I'm building my line even if I wasn't wanted
Think bout the last one cause I'm getting the messages
I get you to relate, my part of the deal
Success is mental, horizon to win
Lyrics in your mind, it's my way to feel
Credits
Writer(s): Chems-félix Joly
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