Inachevés [English translation]

[Verse 1: Orelsan & Gringe]

I don't finish my sentences, don't know what full stops are

I start in two days, can't control fate

Nothing is good enough, I never finish anything

Half of the lines would be missing if I had to draw you something

In tribute to all the wrecked opportunities

To our stories dead before they even began

To the hours we let pass away, friends we never called back

To the jobs I dropped, the doors I slammed

To everything I'll leave... "uncompleted, uncompleted

Uncompleted, uncompleted, uncompleted..."

[Verse 2: Orelsan]

I had one goal as a teenager : score baskets

Of course I dumped it all because of the one match I never played

Obviously I'm gonna do the same thing with music

No need for a good reason, I'm not supposed to rap anyway

To all the truths I never dared to admit

My girl is breaking my balls but I don't have the balls to break up

I wait on her to leave me, arms crossed waiting for the rest

Ahead in the escape, I wait for fame to beep me

Unable to chose, I'm like my figurines,

useless, I stay at home, I give up

Uncompleted

A beta-version prototype

One answer to every question : "don't know"

Like a failure report in a playlist

Like a withdrawal air on a setlist

I never fully commit so I'll only be half-sad

And like everything I've done until now I'm not even finishing my verse

[Verse 3: Gringe]

Why do I play all night when she's patiently waiting for me?

Why do I cowardly avoid her when I feel her torn in half ?

I can't find any answer, maybe I'm like Mario

My head is in the clouds looking for a hidden life

I've stopped counting my uncompleted relationships

I don't see the difference between girls and improved handjobs so they leave me angry

I've tried to change things, to say it with roses

To save her from my neurosis but like my studies it stopped quickly

And I feel a kind of void Uncompleted Uncompleted

The only thing I finished is what I had started to wreck

Completely detached I hear myself telling stories

The world can wait for me even if only I believe in it

We need to sit down and talk

Talk ? Yeah let's see tomorrow I'm meeting the guys it's Thursday night

Lame lifestyle, I sadly swallow the pill

I refuse to tell the truth, I make up conspiracies

I've been faking it for a long time, certain I can freeze time

Unable to see that all my refuges are in fact my tombstones

[Verse 4: Orelsan & Gringe]

Slow on the uptake, bad on head starts

Only some seconds' thousandth away to let my moment pass

My head full of doubts I take doing nothing for patience

I'm not being gallant when I say I won't let my chance pass first

Mediocrity starts where passions die

That's stupid but I need this shit to feel alive

I bet too much on my weaknesses and loopholes

I deserve a medal actually I only shone by my absences

What are you talking about ? About me, about making choices

If you don't give up you can't chose I need to get out of here

And we talk and we talk about getting out while we're staying here

But if we do we're getting each other down, we get used to it we almost don't live

From now I start my ascent

I don't fear the void anymore, to face the endless spiral

So I quit quitting, I stop stopping

If I have to finish one thing it's this fucking song

[Verse 5: Orelsan & Gringe]

And it is the first measure of my new life

And it's been 15 years people think 'he'll get over it"

But if you keep on listening to sleeping people dreams never happen

I don't want to turn 50 wanting to die

So I'll spit my last flows until dehydration

And if the will to screw this up comes it can call back

If the booth ever explodes I'll rap even under a steel rain

I'll finish to write cutting my veins on some broken glass

If Death knocks at my door and says :"you're in my good books"

Tell her to come back later, to clear off, to come and back up

Or let me tell her "Shut the fuck up I am not done rapping

I will never leave this story uncompleted.

• Artist:Casseurs Flowters
• Album:Comment c'est loin