[Intro: Ali]
Lunatic, Booba, Ali, 92i
To life, inch’Allah, Général

[Verse 1: Ali]
No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress
So in turn, I procreate
Out of those who sleep on it by day
When it’s by night that we act out
Drag my flesh and my bones toward any latitude
Under any degree, the world is vast
Too small for some, and made up of two castes
Those who spread love and those who depend on hate
There, we grow up by losing the innocence
That all of us possess at birth
Target our weaknesses, strengthen my mind
Sanctify my soul, my essence
Adam structures my DNA
Wasn’t born to live alone, speaking on behalf of the Universal
Draw my instruments from the flora for my fauna
In the street for my people with animal instincts
Mistakes are ours, when impulse prevails over reflection
Deprived of control, primitive reaction, warn the others
What can I tell you when the heads
From my 92 childhood sink?
Too many enjoy drinking and puking
Spliffs before sleeping, and do it all again come the morning
Mistakes are ours only, no time for regrets

[Chorus: Booba & (Ali)]
No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress
(No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress)
No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress
(No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress)

[Verse 2: Booba]
They say life is sad for street kids, but who do you blame?
I don’t need your tears, what’s the trouble?
Since first grade, I’ve known the marbles were fucked
So I make my own cash, might need to break you to prosper
Out of reach, laugh out loud, no remorse
When I hear law enforcement’s death threats
You're listening to R.A.P
Guys with rien à péter, I’m ready to fuck everything up
Keep women and children safe
Our brothers are waiting at the gate, ready to work their magic

[Verse 3: Ali]
Cold stares and hard hits, hematomas and stitches
Gun on the belt and heavier weapons in the trunk
Brains saturated with lack of love and fresh air
Just like our dogs, we need green space
But we are men so we endure
Residents of the 92 Hauts-de-Seine geography
When the gates of hell open up
The night will suffice for a blanket
And vice and virtue will engage in combat
Mistakes will weigh on the hearts
Only sincere repentance will be able to push them out
Born to bring my share of progress, no time for regrets

[Chorus: Booba & (Ali)]
No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress
(No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress)
No time for regrets (Mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress)

[Verse 4: Booba]
I live on hate and water, illegal activity and sin
My only job is to rap on SP-12s and MPCs
I can’t see my brothers sober without the business
Unfit to survive they wake up in the morning but just to piss
Nights without cash and without pussy
It’s so lame that I get wasted on whisky for fun
Some tunes to roll to, a fucking banlieue flow for the khos
Beurs, n***as, peace and terrorists
Blowing up unemployment checks and job applications
Under pressure like our drinks
When we go out, we smoke joints like it’s allowed
Life is like a claw with nail polish, G-string and C-cups
Suicide on hash, too stoned to go pray
I'll be afraid to scream when I'm sent to the fire
92 hardcore since the garden of Eden
I guzzle a bottle and fall asleep to Wu-Tang

[Chorus: Booba & (Ali)]
No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress
(No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress)
No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress
(No time for regrets, mistakes are ours only
Born to bring my share of progress)

[Outro: Ali]
So in turn, I procreate
Lunatic