Fasten your helmet and rev the engine – "Parano" hurls you onto the back of a tuned-up T-Max racing through the grey streets of Lyon. Sasso and L'Allemand trade razor-sharp lines about life where glittering dreams (playing at San Siro, cruising in an Audi with four rings) crash into the hard noise of reality: empty pockets, police sirens, and the constant need to "faire des euros." Every flashy reference – RS3 sports cars, kilos, Alicante weed – is wrapped in the same uneasy question: is this hustle going to pay off, or land us in Corbas prison?
The chorus repeats like a heartbeat: "J'deviens parano" ("I'm becoming paranoid"). It captures the tension of watching every scooter that zooms by, never knowing if it carries friends, rivals, or undercover cops. Beneath the bravado, the song is a confession of fear and determination. Music is the escape route, but survival comes first, and trust is scarce. "Parano" is equal parts street diary and adrenaline rush – a raw snapshot of young artists balancing ambition, loyalty, and the ever-present shadow of the law.