Tu sais quoi?

C'est macabre

Il est blafard

Il est blafard

Looks like he just seen a ghost

In his hand, in his hand is the note

That was left by the phone

A turn of a turn of the screw

Laisse le petit faire son propre boulot

Tu sais quoi?

Askip là

T'es ici avec un homme que je déteste

Au fond du studio avec l'orchestre

Where they keep the percussion in a mess

Entre moi et le grand mur de la peste

There's no comparison

It's embarrassing

I'll push the faders up until it clothes

Your shrieks of laughter and your undertones

Tu sais quoi?

C'est macabre

Il est blafard

Il est blafard

Looks like he just seen a ghost

In his hand, in his hand is the note

That was left by the phone

A turn of a turn of the screw

Laisse le petit faire son propre boulot

I'll push the faders up until it clothes

Your shrieks of laughter and your undertones

Run up the stairs at Abbesses

Find yourself headed down

On your way to maîtresse

Tout ce que t'as dans ta tête

I'm not tryna add any presh, bref

No signs of indecision

Make my sessions into smillions

Smile when processions pass

At Père Lachaise they gâchent l'opportunité

D'un sachet du haja

Just leave me with my spleen, don't bother

Water, water, water, falling into the keyhole, you oughta

Seal it good or the door

Will rot right off, its hinges tomorrow

Tu sais quoi?

C'est macabre

Il est blafard

Il est blafard

Looks like he just seen a ghost

In his hand, in his hand is the note

That was left by the phone

A turn of a turn of the screw

Laisse le petit faire son propre boulot

I'll push the faders up until it clothes

Your shrieks of laughter and your undertones