Egotrip flips the usual rap braggadocio on its head. Instead of boasting about money and fame, the narrator delivers a hilarious self-roast: drifting through life in slow motion, pounding beers, lighting joints and watching friends speed past with “skills and sparkles.” Every chorus shouts the same verdict—Loser, Branleur—yet the insults are wrapped in playful energy, turning personal failure into a dangerously catchy chant.
Under the jokes lurks a very relatable anxiety: the fear of being left behind in a world obsessed with success. Therapie TAXI bottles that quarter-life crisis where comparison kills confidence, impostor syndrome takes over and party habits become a coping strategy. The upbeat, danceable production clashes with the self-deprecating lyrics, making “Egotrip” both a feel-good anthem and a sly reminder that it is human to stumble, laugh at yourself and keep the party going even when the spotlight feels far away.