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[Verse 1: Gringe, Orelsan & (Sample)]
I don't finish my sentences, don't know what a period is
I'll start after tomorrow, I can't control fate
Nothing's good enough, I never finish anything
Half the lines would be missing if I had to sketch it out for you
Here's to every opportunity wasted
To every story finished before it even started
To every hour not seized, to every friend I never called back
To every job I've quit, to every door I've slammed
To everything I will have left—
(Incomplete, incomplete, incomplete, incomplete, incomplete, incomplete)

[Verse 2: Orelsan & (Sample)]
I had one goal as a teen: sinking baskets
Of course I ditched everything for a single game where I didn’t play
It seems I'm gonna do the same with music
No reason not to, after all, I was never supposed to rap
Here's to every truth I never dared admit
My girl busts my balls but I don't got the balls to leave her
I'm waiting for her to leave me, arms crossed, waiting for what comes next
Getting a head start on running away, I'm waiting for the glory, waiting for her call
Unable to make a decision, just like my action figures
Useless, I stay home, arms limp with resignation
(Incomplete)
A prototype, a beta version
One single answer to every question: “I don’t know”
Like an admission of defeat in the middle of the playlist
Like an air of abandon on the setlist
I half-ass everything so I'm only half-sad
And like everything I've done up until now, I'm not even gonna finish my verse
[Verse 3: Gringe, Orelsan & (Sample)]
Why do I spend all my nights gaming when she's waiting for me patiently?
Why do I cowardly avoid her whenever I sense something's wrong?
I can’t find the answers, maybe I’m like Mario
Head in the clouds, looking for a hidden life
I've lost count of my (incomplete) relationships
I can't tell the difference between a girl and an upgraded handjob so she leaves me in anger
I've tried to change things, to say it with roses
To spare her my panic attacks, but like my studies, that didn't last long
And I feel empty (Incomplete, incomplete)
The only thing I've ever finished was ruining everything
Completely detached, I hear myself talking nonsense
Even if I'm the only one who believes it, everyone else can wait
We need to sit down and talk
Talk? Yeah, we'll see tomorrow, right now, I'm meeting up with the guys, it's Thursday night
Miserable lifestyle, it's a sad pill to swallow
I refuse to admit the truth, I make up conspiracies
I've been faking it for a long time, convinced I can freeze time
Unable to see that all which I take refuge in will entomb me

[Verse 4: Orelsan & Gringe]
Slow from the jump, I didn't go the distance
A couple thousandths of a second away from letting my hour of glory pass
My mind, full of doubts, confuses doing nothing with being patient
I'm not talking 'bout chivalry when I say I'm not letting my chance pass before me
Mediocrity starts where passions die
It's stupid but I need this shit to feel alive
I've bet so much on my faults and my weaknesses
I deserve a medal, in actuality I only shine through my absence
What are you talking 'bout? About me, 'bout making choices
It's not choosing if you don't give up anything, I need to get out of here
And we talk and we talk 'bout leaving while we stay here
But if we're going anywhere, it's down, we get used to it, we're barely living
From now on, I begin my ascent
I'm no longer afraid of the void, of facing the endless spiral
So I quit quitting, I give up giving up
If I finish one last thing, it'll be this fucking song
[Verse 5: Gringe & Orelsan]
And this is the first measure of my new life
And for 15 years, everyone's been saying, "It won't last"
But if you listen to sleeping people, your dreams will never come true
I don't wanna be old and jaded, turning 50, yearning for death
So I'll spit my last flows 'til I'm dehydrated
And if the itch to mess this up comes back, tell it to call back later
If the booth ever explodes, I'll go on rapping under a hail of steel
I'll cut my veins on a broken window to keep writing
If Death knocks on my door and says, "You're in my little book"
Tell him to come back later, tell him to scram, tell him to come sing back up
Or let me tell him, "Shut up! I'm not done rapping!"
I'll never leave with the story
Incomplete