[Verse 1]
Pour me some more of that—
I draw my landscapes on a synthesizer
I'm a philosopher after my third glass of G&T
I think I have to write to exist
I think I drink one to my health
Full of shadows, my story is tinted
When I dream, real life comes to pinch me
Don't read through my mind, avoid yourself a migraine
Don't read through my story of a victim of hate
Fam', what a phenomenon!
The privileged are still below average
A fox just like Lupin Arsène
Kill everything so I can get rich on stage
I wanna run the game to live in a Ralph Lauren tracksuit
Top off but my head's full, my man
And maybe with the brothers
We're gonna toast to our successes with some G&T

[Chorus]
Pour me some more of that—
Ikejime society, all brain dead
They still dream, and I have a target on the head
In mediocrity, we repeat ourselves
Everything will repeat itself
Pour me more of that G&T
Pour me more of that G&T
[Verse 2]
Pour me some more of that—
I don't know what to do with my life yet
I'm bitter about rap, the haters never stopped hating
Because I shout my moods out, injustice and misfortunes
I think that it's time for me to say
That my dreams are illusions of success, whatever they say to you
We don't have the same problems, fam'
Don't invite me to your fucking events
They take you in their arms and stab you
With an assassin's blade
We don't have the same paths
Not the same CVs, not the same lives
Not the same CDs, not the same desires
And low-key is major key
I no longer reveal my moves, I do not bathe in money
I have a weight on my shoulders so fuck life
My heart aches so much, fuck your opinion
It's simple, you're nobody or you're my friend
And be careful if my bottle is empty
Pour me more of that G&T