Chorus:

Oula oulala (x2) It's me or I see that around here It looks like there are only fake Oula oulala No but oula oulala And if necessary they will ride On a motorcycle or Merco Oula oulala (x2) In their dreams everything is beautiful They talk business, big lots Oula oulala But you have to know, oulala In big words Will need to prove more than photos

Verse 1:

I tell you everything is possible Even the package arrives in the evening Tomorrow I'll go straight to Paris Don't be surprised if I don't say good evening

A lot of funds, jealousy With François or else Voulzy No point in staying there We make contact, we go for it too

But 6 AM is hard, yeah They want to talk to me But between us there's a gap, yeah They won't be able to erase it

Don't force me, yeah I have nothing more to say I observe but without commenting Silent, ready to take off

Chorus:

Oula oulala (x2) It's me or I see that around here It looks like there are only fake Oula oulala No but oula oulala And if necessary they will ride On a motorcycle or Merco Oula oulala (x2) In their dreams everything is beautiful They talk business, big lots Oula oulala But you have to know, oulala In big words Will need to prove more than photos

Verse 2:

Wow, I see clearly in the fog They smile to their faces but talk in the dark The same people who doubted want to get on board Now that the engine makes too much noise outside

We grew up without too many options Just ambitions and intuitions Every turn requires precision Here trust expires

They want life to be quick, easy money Stories shine but the background is fragile I move forward calmly, mentally solid Even in the storm I remain lucid

6am in the morning, the city barely sleeps The lighthouses illuminate our dilemmas We draw our roads without an emblem No need for a logo to mark the emblem

Many talk but few act Many shine but few resist When it gets complicated they disappear When it goes up, then they invite each other

Wow, must keep your head The real ones can be counted on one hand The rest evaporates with the party When the silence returns the next day

I learned to read in the eyes To understand without talking too much To recognize false starts And those who want to see you fall

But I am moving forward, determined Even if the world wants to slow me down I don't need to be validated My trajectory is already mapped out

Oula oulala... We aim higher than their words Oula oulala... We write history without control

Chorus:

Oula oulala (x2) It's me or I see that around here It looks like there are only fake Oula oulala No but oula oulala And if necessary they will ride On a motorcycle or Merco Oula oulala (x2) In their dreams everything is beautiful They talk business, big lots Oula oulala But you have to know, oulala In big words Will need to prove more than photos