I realize that I could be dead, I'm alive instead,
And this is something that goes over my head.
That's why we party harder every week-end,
And we don't give a fuck how much money we spend.
I'm the kind of guy who thinks too much,
Hell yeah I realize that I drink too much.
Did I say drink? I guess I meant smoke...
I coulda said roll hope I'll never say coke!
I have a hard time dealin' with my emotions, feelings,
So I just keep concealin' em, my head's like a ceilin'.
No Velux to evacuate the pain,
So I pop Redux, serotonin in my brain.
It gets me high but I'm higher than this,
While I'm divin' deeper to the abyss I reminisce
About the good days that I used to live.
Sadly I forgot the smile that you used to give me.
Chorus
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
You'll never let them break you down,
Whatever they say hold your ground.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
And even if they fuck around,
Live it up, smile and never frown, just say hello.
Verse 2
I told myself : "You gotta look forward,
You gotta move on, this time don't be a puss coward!
You been there before, you should know how to handle it!"
I can't put a word on my emotion so I sampled it!
Fuck it! Cuz' this is what I do all day,
This shit is like a therapy anytime I push play,
A heatwave that erase the pics of your graves.
But they come back like I'm enchained to them like a slave.
And I see your names, and I see your faces,
I wish I could blame somebody, hit him in the plexus!
Leave him breathless, fuck life is reckless!
Buy me a Lexus shit still remains tasteless.
Death pick cards and hold'em like Texas.
Disregards life, gamblin' with us in Vegas.
Rules are rules I guess this game is like poker,
Draw another and hope in this pack I be the Joker!
Chorus
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
You'll never let them break you down,
Whatever they say hold your ground.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
And even if they fuck around,
Live it up, smile and never frown, just say hello.
Verse 3
They say it's never the end.
One day we gon' see each other again.
I can hear you say get up soldier,
You got a motherfuckin' world to take over. (x8)
Outro :
Pyschologist : Okay Julien. The session is over. You can now open your eyes!
Julien : Why don't you open yours Doc?
Pyschologist : I beg your pardon?
Julien : How do you find my office Doctor?
Pyschologist : I'm confused, this is my office.
Julien : Oh Doc... You didn't notice? This is my office!!
credits
from ∆∆,
released November 25, 2013
Produced, written and composed by Julien Espeisse (krAzy spAce)
Recorded by Jean Séverac & Adrien Tirel
Arrangement : Jean Séverac
Bass : Charles De Cillia
Keyboards : Romain Thorel
Vocal : Dieter Schmidtke & Lisa Gaspard
