Mon Roi
Youssoupha
My King
Your mother will complain when she discovers this text
She'll say it's too raw, I understand, you'll always be a baby in her mind
These are the kind of things I have to tell you
I want to act like I'm a philosopher when I'm really drunk in a nightclub
At night, children sleep and roles are reversed
Adults become children again, children to excess
Everyone has their addictions, we must admit it
Choose only one to become your slave and never your master
In truth, it's much better when you have none
How to handle this damn life while remaining undefeated?
I don't know, I only have very boring advice
Like all parents, I give them to you to ease my conscience
Basically, don't die, find love and make money
I won't lie to you, faced with money, we're not all the same
Because it's not by working hard that you become rich, in reality
Otherwise, all African mothers would be millionaires
They'll tell you
