Coffee stain on my neck
I’ve got the L.V. down low
I’ve got the Datejust on my arm
Look at what it’s done to my neck
Plaza Athénée Nobu (Nobu)
It’s a lot (a lot)
I don’t even look at the bill, eh
I remember when I was ten
Today it’s the bedave, it used to be herbal tea
I watch my friends get lost in the drink
I watch my friends get lost in the D
And then we wonder what we missed, eh
I remember I was eleven
I’ve been in this mess for a long time
I had my notes and I climbed, I made it
I don’t even look at the amounts anymore
Today it’s not the same dial
And yet I’m the same as before
I still recite the same quatrains, eh
What will I do at twenty-four?
I walked, I walked through the desert and even in the snow
I worked on the computer and even through the night
Like Michael, full-time
I was thirteen, I was right in the thick of it, it was stressful
But, but I believed in it fully
I was naive, but honestly, you have to
I was stubborn, it’s not a real flaw
I distinguished between the real and the… fake
I can fall three times
You have to get up and believe in yourself
Me, I’ve fallen many times
And it hurts my back
It wasn’t luck, it wasn’t the lottery
I’m getting closer to the din but not the odo
I’m so frustrated I have a toothache
You have to keep going, I’m tired of time
But you have to do it
You need to discern the false brothers
And then mark them with a red-hot iron
I need to do more, I’m a kahlouche
My mother warned me there would be more pain
That I’d need to make more effort because of my color
But for me, it’s a strength
And I had to make it on my own
I’ve been determined since the cradle
And many call me now that I’ve made it
We win together and lose alone, huh
Yeah, we lose alone