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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deluxe
Choir
Elisa Poublan
Performer
Pierre Coll
Guitar
Simon Caillat
Bass Guitar
Vianney Elineau
Drums
Clement Barba
Trumpet
Sacha Bertocchi
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deluxe
Songwriter
Elisa Poublan
Translation
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deluxe
Producer
Nicolas Bertocchi
Recording Engineer
Olivier Leducq
Mixing Engineer
Alex Gopher
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Tell you what I got, tell you what I got
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
Psychosicksomatic I'm fantastic sure as Pi is three
Point one four, one five, I come alive my baby die for free
Wacko slick dramatic team
Messing like you never seen
It's like you never seem
Psychosicksomatic I'm ecstatic, you can't stomach me
Fuelled by oxymoron superpowers of the last marine
Panorama gamma beam
Channelled through your plasma screen
Na mean?
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
Say what
I sold my life for a song
Rolling toms
I got the bomb in my palm
But not too strong
I hit the bong in my thong
What have I become
I'm lit but calm
Lit but calm, lit but calm!
I finally found an oasis in between
The highest pinnacle and basic pimple cream
I flipped the regular basis
What I mean
Is I'ma boss like you ain't seen
Never seen
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
That is so heavy
Almost as heavy as my balls
And I must say
I'm having such an amazing time with you tonight
I'm gonna rap super fast
Lacking of cold blood, sweat dripping
Attack of the cobra, venom sting
Gimme de loot, don't give a poop
I'll toot my flute till death descend
And spill out spit till you get sick
And beg for it to end
Set fire to this cracker and devour all your odds and ends
Boy you never blend
You know it boy, I'll never blend
And your sentiment is borderline irrelevant
Boy you never blend
Boy you never blend
You'll never
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
I got tools, I got tricks
I can make this lose a win
I got ruse, I got wit
I can flip this over quick
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