Encore [English translation]

[Intro]

C'mon, c'mon another song that will lead nowhere

Smoke it, roll a good stick and laugh

Don't abuse, darling

I accumulate a lot of trickery, of noise in my fuselage

I have news in my pants ...

[Couplet 1]

Another morning not so bad as a zigzag in the corridor

Another cigarette morning, mechanically I laugh of it

We're going to ask if you're okay and this without even knowing each other

I make poet's songs, oh well it's in the background of chat

Alright, It's now honest, you will be able to say that no

No desire to be backed by the son of Kant

I assure you that I got blood of a philosopher

Educating the microphone in kimono

Vagina in the brain

I collect Microsoft viruses

Another fake fit in the infighting of the RER

History degenerates and it becomes derisory that everything remains ephemeral

Once again I will have to not give a fuck

In the evening, re-speak about pussies, to scratch my ass and then to not give a fuck again

Another advice that will finish in my toilet

And a Don Per that annihilates me effortlessly

That weakening my brain

Yeah it's aspirin when it's flabby

And Andemol activists come to polish me in the lodges

And activate the wiper

Another sucker with tits paid to smile like a dumb

To woo the audience, snatch sighs from the fireflies

And I prefer to die as soon as to worry about your images

Even to rot myself with pinot and become polygamy submissive

Another Israeli sexagenarian propaganda

Who wash their pans by hand to shine the dishes

This faggot draws my reserve, it exhausts me

It seems that amnesia likes me

(But I don't remember who told me that)

Yet to gossip, I did the same things yesterday

The same stubborn air in front of these 13 big bills

These same buttocks toned on pornified internet

I invent words and for my mother:

(I got the average in high school)

Another guy who drinks very close to Pigalle

Getting drunk for his Festina

That he will estimate in several summer periods

Asses lose themselves in debates, all endless

A lot of intestinal rage

Puke on a passing insect

No need to isolate oneself from brothers

To chisel your veins

And to remain prisoner of buttocks

I polish severe pretentious women and I need to laugh my verses

To feel free

Free to be a consumer guided by my cock

C'mon, c'mon another song that will lead nowhere

Still this feeling of living to give my ass hole

I admit without a station worthy of this name, I'm listening Vald

And when I dream of Tory Lane, I stab her with knives

And you're going to enjoy, fucking big slut

To see the same things every day I become dumb

But as long as it occupies me, I pocket big plump cocus asses

The shells that we smoke bossus hunchback and the sales of Hocus Pocus

Another focus in the underpant of V

While you watch Master Chef, still a hammered down trick

Another bitch hounds me and it's

Breaking my cock, bastards

You want magma, come, the slogan is: Val' break noses

I fuck your piles of dedicasses

Unsheathe the weed, I eradicate it

In front of the saga of Freddy

The brain in chaos, I write

While a small faggot full of hate, kind of sincere illiterate

Believes to embarrass the society when he crushes the cops

I have wacky posts

I untie piles of hairy pussies

Coming from elsewhere there is Absolut

I don't blame myself in the absolute!

But I'm really upset, c'mon

To hear these 15 chattering sluts

Then, without the knowledge of the mass

I fuck you on this sick instrumental

Another leaf that falls and another that rolls

If you're afraid son, say to yourself that I have wires touching me

Because rap makes what I say cool

Even if sometimes I go mad, I remain true and I got the worst speeches

[Intro]

C'mon, c'mon another song that will lead nowhere

Smoke it, roll a good stick and laugh

Don't abuse, darling

I accumulate a lot of trickery, of noise in my fuselage

I have news in my pants ...

Sullyvan

Another morning when I wake up in a lonely mother to whom I shouldn't have lulled the nerves

• Artist:Vald
• Album:Cours de Rattrapage