[Intro]
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Yonea Willy, Willy Yonea
Woop

[Verse 1]
My mother will burry me at 31 years old
Because I fucked up my liver, my pancreas
Get out your pouch, let's roll one
We are handsome, we are young
We don’t realize how much a mess it will be when they will legalize weed
But for now I don’t give a fuck, I’m only 21
Joints and money, in the Vincenne’s Woods I’m going to get blew
Then I will drink to drown my chagrin
Mom don't blame yourself, you raised well your child
But I feel lonely and the world is cold, it's freezing
So I'm one of those who talk and make choices
So yes, i chose to get high
Looking bad, woke up early, the fatigue, the subway
Entire nights spent to think into the void
To feel my liver getting tinier
Yes I'm gently getting fucked up on the sly
It will be probably too late if I stop in 10 years

[Refrain] (x2)
We said that we would stop all of this in 10 years
Weed, alcool and hash
That we would meet at 30
In a gloomy bar or in the street
[Bridge]
And our parents are crying rivers
By dint of seeing their sons in paroles or in the cemetery
Yes, our parents are crying rivers
By dint of seeing their sons in paroles or in the cemetery

[Verse 2]
Yeah, it will be probably too late, with an ulcer and drilled lungs
My adulteries and millions of sins
And there are all those high people, coke is trendy
I'm seeing my popularity fall down so I will get high to death
Because if I stop in 10 years, I would accumulate gamblings debts
I would associate myself with junkies and bandits
No more Guizmo with groupies and fans
By dint of getting fucked up I triggered something irremediable
I will be vain, dumping my girl for some kind of hoe
Insomniac, undead, I forget how it is like to sleep
I left all my buddies, let me clarify
Loneliness is so beautiful in a hero fix
21 is too young for the limelight
We are faking to enjoy our lives but we want them to change
I would find back my street, would sell my dope in silence
If I stop in 10 years

[Refrain] (x2)
We said that we would stop all of this in 10 years
Weed, alcool and hash
That we would meet at 30
In a gloomy bar or in the street
[Couplet 3]
I will spoil my career, Willy will throw me out of the label
Lost, I will get fucked up with my cartel brothers
Then hash will not hit me anymore
It won't be torned enough
I see myself smoking on stubs
I see myself stealing from my mother, lying to her
Like "Give me money, a last fix and I will get ouf of it"
If I stop in 10 years, I would forget what my father told me
From my career to the Verbatim
I would have triggered my decline once fallen in the trap
I would enjoy the snow when my friends offered me the sledge
Hanging out too much kills, and a decade is too short
I think without logic, depressive and alcoolic
And I write a bunch of insanities
Even if I gave up, I would have prefered them to say
"Shit, he got shot"
I feel a growing evil in me
This would be my ending if I stop in 10 years

[Refrain] (x2)
We said that we would stop all of this in 10 years
Weed, alcool and hash
That we would meet at 30
In a gloomy bar or in the street
[Bridge]
And our parents are crying rivers
By dint of seeing their sons in paroles or in the cemetery
Yes, our parents are crying rivers
By dint of seeing their sons in paroles or in the cemetery