LEARN LYRICS

Sh*t

Why's my voice always turned down

you turned the volume up

Flashes, photos

You sign autographs and contracts

Mama, I'm a star

Sorry if I don't answer you

Flashes, photos

I'm signing autographs and contracts

Mom, I'm a star

Sorry if I don't answer you

Flashes, photographer

Autographs and then crash

Everybody drops you

Yeah the world can be trash

I'm a product, me and my words

That people consume while singing

My feelings, in tracks

On albums that I sell

I think about gigs

I think about radio

About TV, obviously

I give my flesh, my ideals

And I feel a void inside

Do we always become

What we call out

My fans call me by my first name

Florian

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the countdown's on

They want from me

All the answers

Sure, I exaggerated a bit

Truth is, I don't know you

And I can see that Oli

Handles it better than me

That of the two, I'm the less nice one

That's what they all say

Rap handed me its bill

Me who'd called it for help

Thousands of strangers who love me

How could I love them all back

We keep saying it, but deep down

Why do we forget

The landing, that's the irony

I wanted to be known

And now that I am

I hide my face

And the higher we rise, the more we strip away

From what we tower over

Everybody wants to be famous

All the famous people

Wish they were everybody

So yeah, I don't drink, I don't smoke

I'm an example

For the generation

But I love gambling and sex

And I never talk about it

In any of my songs

Hmm, I see we're letting go

Good students, top of the class

I think it's not that true

Well I'm not so sure anymore

Adults would like to

Turn us into examples

New caricatured symbols

Rap's giving me side-eye

It wants me to unveil

All my flaws

It challenges me, I sugar-coat it

And it comes back despite all my efforts

I'm just an artist

I naturally write for people

I'm not only my desires

The border between

What I really like

And

And what will please you

Every time

Yet I start over

My life and my wishes

Thrown to the wolves

Oli told me give everything to the people

It's all thanks to them

But I'm not sure about it

What time shapes

Leaves with time

And it's the tadpoles who think

They're the greatest of all time

Flashes, photos

You sign autographs and contracts

Mama, I'm a star

Sorry if I don't reply

Flashes, photos

I'm signing autographs and contracts

Mom, I'm a star

Sorry if I don't answer you

We have a lot of ego

So we pull stunts

But the most narcissistic

Are at the ice-cream shop

Tell me who I write for

Between you and me, a thin line

Truth is, I wear my humility

Like bling-bling

Am I right to fight

Against time

Like a big stubborn guy

Making it too early

Is cobbling together tracks

Without life experience

Take your time

Separate the man from the artist

If you've got a saw, I really need it

Almost happy to be sad

Too bad if it inspires me

A good hook

Egotistic, I lean

On others' hearts

To measure up

I make songs

About my buddies' stories

Without giving them royalties

Privileged, I live many people's dream

And I even allow myself a break

Look at me

I made thousands of euros

By talking about my poor life

I fled daily problems

On my sail

I let the wind blow

I'll never have schedules

But people thank me

For finding the time

Success

Success

The remedy for my confidence

Is it that little patient

I'm coming to visit

Or is it my conscience

I amplified my sufferings

I packaged my pains

Would my aunt

Have me as a wallpaper

If I were a garbage man

Well no

Is it by chance

That 'art' is in the word 'scammer'

I never said no

I hide behind the mood

Of Flo or the manager's email

You see how simple Oli is

I feed on your comments

My leeching mind

Will even go so far as to censor

Our documentary

I talk about myself

I've got my trophies in the living room

And I retweet if you mention me

I love going to the concert

Of other artists

Especially if the venue's smaller

I shake hands

And I take photos

I've almost become a politician

And I want so much to be exemplary

That you rap your self-critique

Flashes, photos

I'm signing autographs and contracts

Mom, I'm a star

Sorry if I don't answer you

Go ahead Oli

You prefer your superman

To all the superstars

Because there aren't

Only good people

Running art