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["À La Faveur De L'automne" Lyrics]

[Verse 1 : Dinos]
This morning, I opened my hand to see if I still felt the pain
Johnny Cash, too much cleavage
No trust in people in uniform
Divided between two worlds, like children of divorce
I'm not going to tell you my life story, but here dragons scratch your life
We'll have to recover, we're a long way from the lagoons of Reykjavik
I listen to my associates, carefree guys
I talk on the song, not too much on social media
Torrential rain, on convertible
My mag is empty, our guitars don't have capodasters
A little saddened so I empty the sangria
I fill the ashtray, die without shining, far from the Shangri-La
Fear that success will be succinct, I'm in the studio bro
I'm fighting a mortal combat like Sub-Zero
When I wake up I'm woozy, I dreamt of the Patek
Driving the 4S but I lay low
The road is hard, love's found you, you're lucky
I confused love with attachment
My life a labyrinth, at the end
Shoemakers are poorly shod
And stylists often poorly dressed
Yesterday we called each other: "Baby", tomorrow if we meet we'll say: "Hello" from afar, as if we'd never loved each other
Too eager to live, I excel, I didn't want to be a star, I only wanted an MPC2000 XL
Why stalk? I want to stop dystopia
I think back of Biscayne, we were listening to "Killing Me Softly"
Hummus and Tzatzíki, passing through Coral Gables, ending at the Shake Shack of Design District
When the shooting starts, you give me the bullets
Booby trap, it's you who gives me the bundles
When feelings are irradiated, it's best to say "Farewell"
Instead of shooting at each other like G.I. Joe
Maybe we're distancing ourselves because our story is fading
Maybe it's plate tectonics
Maybe none of this is true, maybe we're crazy
But is it serious? Crazy people have an excuse others don't
A little Mac Miller, I was already the best, back in the days of PSPs and VLC Media Player
When night falls, my demons come out, I'm not sure I'll get into Heaven alone, put me on the list
I come from elsewhere like E.T., the heart in bad shape but I have the Phoenix like Ikki, Sagittarius like Seiya
Our lives are aberrant, I was dreaming on the crosswalk like the Beatles at Abbey Road
More single mothers because more unworthy fathers, loving and hurting each other, that's the modus operandi
I told you I was going to change this summer but I lack credibility like the cops on bicycles
In the past tense, say "R.I.P." and put on replay, so we can say "Yes" for posterity's sake
We go to sleep armed, and tell your marabout to go fuck himself, only the taxes make me panic
In the streets of BX with a mannequin, I drink, I piss in their asshole like the Manneken
[Verse 2 : Dosseh]
Yeah, I sell my rhymes like soap, I see my career as if I were on a money plan
May God keep me equal to the obstacles we face
If I fucked you up, it's because you were at fault, because I'm a real one
I make saloon music, not living room music
Drugs, I wanted to be a lord, I sell my rhymes like heroine
Yeah, I sell my rhymes like a weapon, first scene fricking bad in a community hall
Era, muddle and schlass in abdominal strap
Educated by Tony Montana and Toto Riina
Sometimes, I regret my anonymity, it's not that I don't like it, but sometimes I'd like to have the right to be a bit of a bum, eh?
I sell my rhymes like ecstasy, when I was younger I didn't want happiness, just hot water that won't stop
Being happy is just having problems that don't affect you
I was only a nice kid who became an antagonist like Janemba
And if you recognize yourself in what I'm writing, I'm with you
When I'm not good, only the platinum Amex is good enough
Hey, I sell my rhymes like coke can, I hold the wall
I cut this C, I get a kilo five for one pure
I'm deleavering, we're saying: "See you tonight" even if there's nothing for sure, I need to see something else, I'd like to talk to you less about the streets
I live today and I die tomorrow, I swear, sometimes it's necessary that someone breaks something precious to remember that nothing lasts
I sell my rhymes like a fake Rolex or a fake Patek, I released "Perestroïka" as if I were Gorbatchev
I've got a thumb in an ass, my finger on a trigger, my middle finger raised for the beauty of the gesture, I'm just a kid who likes big gadgets
You're not one of us if you're in jail for a rape story, we've eaten too much stone, not sure it's good for the diet
I'm selling my rhymes like 100g and I'm staying the same, leaving French soil for good I'm starting to think about it
Bro, I've been off the streets for a long time now, but this whore sticks to my underwear like frozen piss
I'm thinking of the Catalan sticks we crumpled up in the parking lot in a stolen Opel Astra with the wires gnawed off
If you don't want to fight for what you want, you deserve what you get
There's only old savages who've become solvent at my table
We left the neighborhood to live the big life, my bitch knows how to plasticize wads of cash, she's learning fast
Confessing your secrets to the bitch you fuck means confessing to the next bastard who'll have his dick in her pussy
White T-shirt, expensive pants, new sneakers, we've got the best taro because we've got the best plugs
Big talk, 'cause I'm a strong man, my goal is to build an empire and poach my buddies to join me
Why so much hate? I tell myself it's insane, my enemies are calling the stores to find out how much I've spent there
Don't put too much pressure on me, baby, I might not get hard, motherfucker, don't put too much pressure on me, I risk to take your life
[Outro : Dosseh]
Big N.O.S-Di, big D-O double Sierra, s/o big AKH, I sell my lyrics like sand
Amine, Tarik
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