LEARN LYRICS

“On Verra” feels like a late-night metro ride through the mind of a Parisian dreamer. Nekfeu flips between youthful recklessness and deep reflection: he skips classes, crashes house parties, and repeats “rien à foutre de rien” (“couldn’t care about anything”)… yet he also worries about money, injustice, and the puzzle piece still missing in his life. The chorus — “On verra bien, vas-y viens, on n’y pense pas” (“We’ll see, come on, let’s not think about it”) — captures that push-and-pull between anxiety about tomorrow and the urge to live right now.

Along the way he paints a vivid snapshot of modern French youth: chatting online instead of meeting up, stealing out of boredom, dodging police raids, and measuring success by viral fame rather than Martin Luther King’s ideals. Behind the swagger sits a hopeful message: even if the world is chaotic, keep the curiosity of a “rêveur” (dreamer), protect your friends, and trust that the future will figure itself out. Like a carefree mantra sung from a rooftop at 2 a.m., “On Verra” invites listeners to breathe, laugh at life’s mess, and keep moving forward — one beat, one verse, one uncertain tomorrow at a time.