LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
I wanted to quit my career
Oli told me it was too early
After the tour
I had to reboot myself
Like a robot
I took the penalty kick
Ow-ow
I only hit the post
I know how to hide my game well
Like every lottery winner
Young caiman, we want the bags
Made of croc skin
I'm too hot
My pretty Rolly
Has shocked the gauchos
New rich, I'm reading a book
Sitting in my Togo
Little rapper
Doing good shows
Isn't just starting mosh pits
Yo, the world's ugly
They're all in cahoots
It empties our pockets
Stay upbeat
Don't miss the boat, yes
Yo, know
That I never mince words
The beat is filthy
I should wash it
I'm coming back, like your ex
On a winter night
Like a father the day
His son breaks through
Yes-yes
What's my place
In the universe
I ask myself too many questions
In my head, there's Julien Lepers
I still don't have the body
To threaten
I try to find
A verse in front of my coffee
You don't listen to me anymore
You've already replaced me
I think about it while eating
My croissants
The brand offers 300
It's not enough
Paname, it's raining too much
I'm heading to L.A
I'm already too famous
You won't see me on TV anymore
I think it's the demon in me
That we had to seal back
I'm cracked
I still hear that voice
That tells me "do it"
Seen e-e-everything in this game
Nothing impresses me anymore
I do laundry
I buy retro games
That I collect
New apartment, I had to put
A fake name on the intercom
I'd like to go back to Tokyo
Become nobody again
New house with a garden
I think I'm getting old
You thought we were joking
Actually you saw, it was dead serious
A cash deal is tempting
But the more diamonds I have
The more I understand
That it's time
That's precious
Feels like I've already written
This verse in another life
Strange times, I type
My manuscript on the computer
You'll find metaphors
I didn't think of
Like a French teacher
Flo wants to quit rap
I wanna start it
I know you hear the power
Accept the slap you feel
You'll never put the fire out
With gasoline
It's not the criticism
That hurts you
It's the thought it might be true
That makes it hurtful
The climb will make you forget
That you're gonna come back down
You dream of being the painting
Me the frame
At the next expo
You'll be in the basement
Me where people look
It's the Louvre
That glorifies the Mona Lisa
It's awful, but
At a yard sale
We'd take the real one
For a fake
I've got thirteen years of rap
Under my belt
I've stacked the jackpot
I've sold packs
In Fnac shelves
Tough luck, if you freak out backstage
Give back your pass
It's no LOL here
King of five-a-side
But crap at Camp des Loges
Beat it
If you came as a tourist
To make cash
You're building the bars
Of a rotten cage
A mirage for a new rich
In a frenzy
This game's a marathon
Take your chance and see
Still not arrived
And I've never stopped
For a drink
Too far, I toast to my rival
I spill my drink
On my brand's sweatshirt
At my festival
They pretend not to see
The crowd killing itself
Like Travis Scott
In front of his fans
Or the West in front of Palestine