Générique de fin Lyrics [English] – Youssef Swatt’s

Hey, Look Mom, Your Son Is On Tv
Give Me Your Courage, I’ll Make Monuments Out Of It
I Did What I Told You, I Became An Artist
I Didn’t Do Music Theory, But Everything I Write Is Classics
Rap Saved My Life, And I’m Going To Save Its
You Can See That The Others And I Aren’t The Same
They Make Hits We’ll Forget By Next Week
I Write Songs They’ll Understand By The Next Season

No Need To Be Arrogant
I Don’t Make Music That Speaks To Labels
I Make Music That Speaks To People
If You Think It Won’t Sell, You’ll See
If You Think It Won’t Last, Well, You’ll See
What’s The Point Of Creating Buzz If You’re Forgotten By Summer?
I Have My Soldiers Behind Me, Nothing Can Stop Me
It’s Our Turn To Shine
I Repeat: It’s Our Turn To Shine
I’m In The Club With Girls, They’re Singing “Djadja”
Everyone’s Dancing, But I’m The Only One Who Knows Aya
I Couldn’t Let My Chance Slip By Twice
I Don’t Know If I’m Five Years Late Or Ten Years Ahead
I Walk Through Paris, Imagining My Name In The Capital
Filling The Ancienne Belgique And Moving On To La Cigale
One Day I’ll Be Beside Those Who Raised Me
Rer C, Dreaming Of Making It During The Commute
I’m Not Here To Win, I’m Here To Become

The One I Need To Become
You Feel That We Are Alike
For Ten Years I’ve Been Trying To Find
The Words To Describe What People Feel
I Write For Dreamers And Sad People
For Artists Who Didn’t Ask To Be Artists
I Rapped To Feel Less Alone
Now There Are People Who Listen To Me To Feel Less Alone
I’ve Been Hungry For Years
My Hip-Hp Is A Legacy I Will Never Betray
In Tribute To Morad, Scred Connexion

Never In The Trend, But Always In The Right Direction
Rap Saved My Life, And I’m Going To Save Its
You Can See It In My Eyes When I Step On Stage
Like All The Poor, I Want To Reverse The Roles
I Make Heavy Rap Like The Weight Of My Worries On My Shoulders
Hope, The Kids Don’t Know What To Do With It
They’re More Likely To Get Killed By A Cop Than By Cancer
Damn Fractured Reality
We Have Problems That Even 100K Can’t Solve
They Asked Me For A Hit, Too Bad For The Radios
I Made A Sad Song, Too Bad For The 100,000 Euros
I’ll Stay True To Myself Until The Last Chorus
End Credits

He’s On Time, He’s Never Late
He’s On Time, He’s Never Late
He’s On Time, He’s Never Late
He’s On Time, He’s Never Late
He’s On Time