Zone [French translation]

[Chorus: Orelsan]

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

[Verse 1: Orelsan]

I fuck your girl, then I make myself some pasta

To leave sooner, I don't even respect the cooking time

Under pressure, always on a mission

I've done nothing compared to my ambitions

I wanna do damage, make something viral

In short, I wanna do what the guys that invented AIDS did

I never wanna make the same mistakes again

Haunted by the past, in a rush to get Alzheimer's

Before, I was bad, whiskey in my cup

Half a bottle before going to work

All these bitches by my side

Sexual terrorists, they just wanna go out with a bang

Your life is shit, whose fault is it?

You're an extra in someone else's biopic

You don't own up to it, you criticize what you like

How many times are you gonna say I'm dead before my comeback?

You rap like some white Rastas

Why do you rap like a white Rasta?

You took the codes of a genre and you apply them stupidly

While we move forward

You can find me in the streets of Caen

With a mixture everyone's drunken out of

Between two worlds in suspense

It's criminal the way I killed time

Nekfeu, Orelsan, Neksan, Orelfeu

What more do you want? Stars in the eyes

Yes, I grew up in the west

I got the same boys as back then, it's us first and fuck the rest

Yes, I was doing it for fun in the beginning

I was pumping out CDs and videos

But as usual, there's always one guy hating

Some business stuff that kills the vibe

Yes, I saw the fame like a mirage

One more album and I'll get my face redone

Just so I can get the same feeling

As back then when I used to copy Dizzee's flows

[Chorus: Orelsan]

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

[Verse 2: Nekfeu]

She finishes the search, I had nothing on me but the cop watches anyway

She's cute but she's not getting Ken's dick

I put women at ease like a gay club

They wanna take the top off like a cupcake

No, but tell you what, tell you what

You want my trust? It takes time, it takes time

I built my empire with my ten fingers, my ten fingers

2017, I'm still waiting for my Dido, my Dido

There's like a gap between me and my era

Even at school, the teachers didn't understand

How I could fuck up my future, I had to find my lane

I couldn't choose between the three starter Pokémon

Some nights, I didn't know where to go

I'm not the type to beg

There are some who say, "Yes" but when they ask me

"Ken, are you in trouble?" I said, "No" like Wallen

In this century, without bank you got no chance

Might as well take a nap in the emergency lane

Life goes fast, 16-bit generation

Far from your dick-sucking uninspired MCs

You're under pressure when Orel invites you

Since 2011, we've been telling you you'd get your feature

So we're gonna fuck you good if you suck dick

And you'll go back to kicking on "type" beats

We may only have a few seconds left to live

You're asking 'bout me but it's just a ploy

Tell me, why do people nowadays contact each other

If it's just to make love through touch screens?

All ingrates, the state of the world is deteriorating

Five grams in the skull, it's the Holy Grail

Some crack while others maintain but it's a pain, they obtain

An ever-growing sorrow as the wounds worsen

Out there, it's burning, it's filthy, we think of everyone's well-being

I've opened my chakras, a piece of my peoples in every rap, chacal

L'Entourage, Casseurs Flowters

Neksan, Orelfeu, Orelfeu, Neksan

[Chorus: Nekfeu]

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

Leave me alone, I'm in my zone

[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]

I don’t speak French but whatever he's saying

I wear a Rascal flow, I ain't playing

I met him just the other day in LA

He told me that he had a riddim that he wanted to play

And I should listen, if it’s really sounding different, okay

Had a suspicion that he wouldn't just go out of his way

Must be official, I don’t really see an issue

What’s the worst that could happen?

Could be another crappy rapper talking about they're in the trap

And all that other skatty shit that they're yapping

And then they turned the riddim on, it was snapping

It wasn’t lacking, had me bopping and tapping

I had to jack it, I told them I would definitely back it

I've just got to figure how to attack it

Could be an asset

Can't be just out here making a racket

For the sake of a pay packet, let’s make it a classic

It’s a dirty little beat, it reminds me of The Streets, Mike Skinner and them

I got that old school feeling again

Two stepping in the ends, gun finger to the ceiling again

I give it a ten out of ten

Told the producer he should send me the stems

Somebody get me a pen

The beat's leng, I can’t even pretend

Give me the microphone and let me do what I do best

Give me the microphone and, "Check 1, 2, 3, test"

It's all bless, say it with your chest and all the rest

I don’t rest and I’m never gonna settle for less

The success, invest in a flat in the West

Have Jess with the 32F breasts telling me she's very impressed

I digress, took a holler, I messed

But in jest so it’s jiggy, I guess

• Artist:Orelsan
• Album:La fête est finie