LEARN LYRICS

Let me introduce myself, my name’s Mus and I live here

You wouldn't think so, but I come from Kabylifornia

Yeah, my dad speaks perfect French and I speak almost English

Yeah, my mom’s proud of me and of JSK

I remember when I was little, school done, backpack tossed

I hop on my board to skate all summer

When my mom yells from the window, “Mustapha

Come pack your bag, babe, ’cause tomorrow we’re off to the bled”

And then I raise my glass and my middle finger

To the future, the past, to Paris, to Algiers

To those who love me or not, to those who are like me

Mustapha, that’s me, so dig me, so

Dig me, dig me, dig me

Dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled starf’allah

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled, dig me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled starf’allah

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled, dig me

Let me introduce myself, my name’s Mus, don’t be surprised

Undercover like a rocker I’m telling you my life

I’m a skater, I’m Parabellum and I live at night

I’ll always be whisky-loukoum-Kabylifornia

Curial Projects or Tizi, butter croissant or chaâbi

Between the two, an ollie, Paris-Algiers-Tizi

Curial Projects or Tizi, butter croissant or chaâbi

Like a pogo I live my life

Long live Kabylifornia

Yeah, I know, one day I’ll be like you, I’ll be part of your life

Dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me

Dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled starf’allah

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled, dig me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled starf’allah

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled yeah, that’s me

I dig skating, I dig rock, I dig the bled

And then I raise my glass and my middle finger

To the future, the past, to Paris, to Algiers

To those who love me or not, to those who are like me

Mustapha, that’s me, so dig me

And then I raise my glass and my middle finger

To the future, the past, to Paris, to Algiers

To those who love me or not, to those who are like me

Mustapha, that’s me, so dig me, so

Dig me, dig me, dig me

Dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me, dig me