[Verse 1 - Disiz]
MC La Rochefoucauld
I never dreamed of Jean-Pierre Foucault
Get lost, there's no good, there's only brute and Tuco
Who shake your hand but think nikoumouk
Bitter like pure Pulco
The truth is diluted in little cuts
Rubbish, we have it is all at a stage in our lives
We recycle our neuroses, we don't sort
The petty ones rip you off for any fund
Then they celebrate in a jacket or around of a feast
Fauchon mush in the intestine
Their shit has the scent of our destinies
And it's the fight of the shits, we have the discount
They have class, they have the edge, they have the speech
They have the Steinway life, we the PlaySkool version
We are aware of everything, but we remain cool
[Chorus ]
Artificial lights (Oh-Ooh)
Welcome to City Cynism
[Verse 2]
Your Twitter followers have egg heads
You're not in love with a girl but with a pair of boys
We have distorted vision like in the eye of a bull
The TV gives the curfew like cops
Secret Story broadcasts, sorry
But the productions are stories
Who top the score with vile stories
Their stories stink of shit from the storyboard
And the advertising corroborates the fact that we collaborate
We are like nymphos who would file a rape complaint
Our ready brains we are Coca-Collabos
On Saturdays we party, we drink
We LOL, we burst out laughing
We complain but we are bursting with money
The wallet on view on the shooting range
Toothpaste or music we make hits
We entertain you, we take you away
We don't tell you clearly, but we fuck
And soon there will be a package for the air
For now, we are in the air of...
[Chorus]
[ Verse 3]
Save who can (lights)
Love who can (lights)
Faith is my bulletproof vest, thin
Save who can (lights)< br/>Love who can (lights)
In this world, I am just a poor task
Save who can (lights)
Love who can (lights)
Faith is my life jacket, hun
Save who can (lights)
Love who can (lights)
In this world, I'm just a poor waste
Artificial lights (Oh-Ooh)
Lights
Artificial lights (Oh-Ooh)

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