Au bout des rêves [English translation]

Calling for help is not my style, obviously,

I haven't ever worked, the pavement watched me grow up,

I always dared to spill my guts out about music,

I'd rather die than work at the factory

Luxury will perhaps wear me down

I'm never cooked, even when the chickens (cops) are grilling me,

I want to be what I was supposed to be

I never knew what my role was

Aside from being rich, having a damn huge house in Miami Beach

Helping my mother and loving her with an eternal heart

Not going in jail for life like Pernell

I want to spread my wings, rush upriver

Again and lie down, brain hurt, palms towards the sky

Say hello to the reliable suburbans

Ask to the SACEM (French music copyrights managing group) who's the boss,

If my career was not epic

My crew is on hire, yours on heroin

Refrain :

What's the point on being famous without deserving it?

I've always got the truth on my lips

And my past follows me day and night

May I reach the end of my dreams?

Hey yo I'm turning up with new Air Force, no Adidas

Bling-bling warning, bibibibi-biatch

B2zoo gang leader on a slave boat

Which of these rap singers want to compete with a MC from Bakel?

I'm paying a visit here, the king on sight

(...)

The industry is surrending, it suffers from a crisis

I'm stopping at the red light, the MCs are cleaning my windshield

Without thinking about it twice, no arrival without hemoglobine

You're at the end of your film, pack up and run back

I don't make the headlines, I smoke them

If I had Beckham's money, his wife would be my skivvy

My son, at school you will be unbeatable

If you fail and that I leave before you do

Take my money, throw out your schoolbag

And I imagine being at work

At 250 kph on the right way in a stolen car

Refrain

What's the point on being famous without deserving it ?

I've always got the truth on my lips

And my past follows me day and night

I don't know in which condition i'm going to reach the end of my dreams

My hearth is strong, my hands full

When they are empty, will you say you love me?

I don't trust your system, no, without Xenon light

I can't imagine being part of it.

• Artist:Booba
• Album:Ouest Side