Avant La Douane

I hide the weed before customs
Aquarium in the RS3
Many talk, talk, talk
But tell me, what do they know?
My heart hurts, miss
On the highway I see the moon
I put on some Jul, it gives wings
On my sound, there are people who light up
I'm from Marseille
You want to put me out? Try
I have the vice of the shadow, my brother
I recognize the scratcher on the saddle
I used to go down to the bar, drink a syrup
I might have said hello to a Ciro
My dream was to be known
Making San Siro tremble
You don't notice me, my heart tears
It's not my fault if you didn't get what you desire

I hide the weed before customs, in a haze
Eyes closed, before customs
They search you, strip you
There's nothing there, you can search
The stash is hidden in the hair

I hide the weed before customs, in a haze
Eyes closed, before customs
They search you, strip you
There's nothing there, you can search
The stash is hidden in the hair

There were police raids
There were neighbors who freak out
The jealousy of other guys
Because the little ones were making money
I don't know, I hesitate
There's no more we're even
I'm in the zone, I go fast
I give a smile to the son of
I raised the teum-teum
They all eyed me
He told me you're the deum-deum
Will he be there at my funeral
Too many hypocrites, too many taking advantage
You're into my buddy
You put him in your profile picture
Do you remember when I used to chat you up?
When I was there when you cried
When you had no one to lean on
Now you're gonna stick that finger up

I hide the weed before customs, in a haze
Eyes closed, before customs
They search you, strip you
There's nothing there, you can search
The stash is hidden in the hair

I hide the weed before customs, in a haze
Eyes closed, before customs
They search you, strip you
There's nothing there, you can search
The stash is hidden in the hair