LYRICS GAME

On my heart, there are scars

Marks from my time in the dark

Marks of too much love and chatter

Damaged like the streets of Paname

Where drugs and bodies get sold

I'll just end up off the road

Make history and make the world cry

End up on top like the Rolling Stones

Have my statue in front of the Vélodrome

Leave everything I have to my lil bros

And believe me, on the day of my funeral

I don't want any son of a b*tch

To see my mom in tears

Pull the hypocrite act at my janazah

For my departure, no need for sadaqah

I've got all that's needed, the fam needs nothing

I won't have a euro left when I go down

I look naive to you, I'm the same in real life

So many problems, my head's a mess

Next week, I'm gonna slip away

Cut my phone, dodged the burnout

I wanted the world, I got it

It's lame

I always knew I'd make it

I messed up so much

I'm incurable, you get it

Melancholic like Saïd, yeah

Those sons of b*tches dragged me through the mud, yeah

But life is beautiful like Eid, yeah

I feel West like YG

I feel East like Larry, yeah

I couldn't swim, I, I learned alone

Like a man, I crossed the river

Without asking for help

Even when the banker was harassing me

Now I'm at ease

Damn, I'm way too famous

They sound fake

Me, I almost gave in

But heaven intercedes

There's so much trouble in my head

It's Interstellar

If I tell you my life

You won't believe the script

Nah, nah, nah

I shifted into third

I let everything go under Billie

I saw their looks

But I'd rather be under Billie

I see myself again on the platform

With nothing left to hold me

I pictured myself leaving, screaming like Tony

And heaven knows I'm not perfect

But my heart was good, though I had my faults

But who doesn't

I don't need you to tell me I messed up

I look at myself so much

I don't have time to look at you

I knew the bottom, yeah, I've known the roof

Yeah, I put my finger on my right knee

I found excuses for everybody else

On my shoulders, yeah, I put a weight

I'm just a slave turned king

Who wants no more slaves, yeah

Around him, yeah

Wrists nowadays are loaded with blades

So many knives in the back, yeah

There's not even room anymore

Even though at first, I really believed in it

I truly loved all those vultures

I tasted the dead end, turned the page

Turn the page

Tell my parents I love them

Because all my gifts won't be enough

To fill the hurt I may have caused them

So much that I'll end up under the earth

In a wooden box like anyone else

And I swear, the world will remember

Everything I did with almost nothing

And the love I gave above all

That wasn't returned to me but hey, that's life

But everything's fine as long as I've got the fam

The only ones who really love me

Who call me Clément