LEARN LYRICS

Baby, you don't know how to dose

I already gotta bail

I can't be a savior

I walked into this game

Without a ticket

We jumped the turnstile

Like two fare dodgers

They're throwing punches in front of the club

Damn, it's heating up

Signal the driver

I don't care about their opinion

Them, they're just jokes

Yeah, they're just bloggers

I protect my brother for life

So if I'm Vi

Then Oli is Powder

Life's messed up

If I'd been born in the States

I'd probably be in Power

I didn't wanna show you

That you were hurting me

So I kept a straight face

Like in poker

Each their strength, each their spot

If Oli's the ace, then me

I'm the joker

Look me in the eyes

Tell me the truth, the older I get

The more I tell myself I earned it

There's nothing to win

Apart from some R.I.P.'s

I'll be dead anyway

F*ck posterity

I start meditating

Soon I'm gonna levitate

Soon I'm gonna guide them

I'm gonna make them recite

Machines against cash

They do it

Machines against cash

They do it every day

I'm at the age where the kids want me

As a mentor

I'm watching the hill

Waiting for reinforcements to arrive

Young crow turned

Big condor

When you get rich

You sink into comfort

Oli isn't tired

He still wants to f*ck them up

Took me a while to say it

But yeah, I was wrong

I hide my feelings

In Pandora's box

I look at her smiling

While she falls asleep

While she falls asleep

Oli, my brother, makes art

Every word is gold

We come from far

That's where it starts

I've changed

I think I forgive y'all

Mom's health

My reflection in the Garonne

Sometimes I tell myself

That it's made of tears

You know the artist

But not the man

You know the artist

But not the man

I'm gonna ruin the trip

If I anticipate the crash

Curious, I'd like to see

Everything they hide from us

They don't really fight

They wrestle

Close-ups, fake blood

Fake trash

His hand shakes on the gun

During the hostage taking

Always wary

Of the hidden side

Of guys too wise

Short-lived career

Artists panic

Like the pianist

Who played on the Titanic

I'm mad at life

Like a guy in paradise

Shot by a rifle

The day I'm out of inspo

I'll diversify

I foresee the end of oil

Like a Qatari

If you hate me

It's 'cause we look alike

Tell me what's left

Of adolescence

Phoenix in my lines

Gotta mix

Art with tears

Ink with ashes

Endless thoughts

Strange phenomenon

No way you can feel

The life I lead

And you're starting to get

What you hadn't got

I avenged my ancestors

We're even

Fake getaway to see who

Is the traitor in the team

Is the grass greener

Next door

If the lawn is artificial

London, first school trip

I counted coins

For a keyring

Years later

Sold-out show

Future thirty-year-old fulfilled

I closed the circle

Of my close ones

It's about feeling

Not a little whim

You wish me harm

That's ugly

When you come close

My scar hurts

Fans and buddies

Are hyped

Like a cop and a pickpocket

On Oxford Street

Chasing myself

Big car chase

Where I'm gonna once again

Take the wrong track

My buddy from elementary

Just had a kid

Now he's finally touching

His dream life

He tells me the magic

Of birth

Meanwhile

I'm trying to bring into the world

A mixtape

A mixtape, let's go

Those who knew

Aren't surprised