Sounds of birds wake me up in the morn, slap my phone
Even though they ain't real I'm glad I chose that ringtone
You most likely to break hiding in a hard shell
That's why I take it smooth cos a good day ought to start well
Hollow my head on the beat my brain an empty hull
Locked in the kitchen, belly always full
People think I'm trying to impress everybody with my stuff
That's bullshit, but still a pleasure when she hit me up
Cos she low-key a hoe but she high-key a wifey
Make her louca with my lines and my worn-off Nikes
Then again, she might not even exist or she might not like me
She might even ask why can't she meet a boy just like me
Am I in enemy territory or friendzone
Lot of shit done happen this ain't what Imma end on
Always another question what's gon' happen in time, shit
My best guess is I'm fine
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fi-i-ine
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fi-i-ine
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fi-i-ine
Est-ce que tu penses que savoir c'est sentir
Est-ce que ce que tu sais est vrai
Ce que je sais c'est que le flow est frais
Est-ce que je t'ai déjà dit que mes sonorités étaient inédites
Le froid on s'y habitue
Je sais pas de quoi je parle
Celui qui sent il le saura
Sans sens il sera
Celui qui chante il le fera sans qu'il le faudra
Doute de tout
Du bout de chouchou, de nous
Des coups
De la valeur de ce que je porte sur mon cou
De vous, de tout
Je deviens fou, vision floue
Et pourtant plus clair que jadis
Le paradis je le vois je le vis
Le paradis je le vois je le vis mais je n'ai pas la foi d'y vivre
But I guess I'm fine
Ooh yeah-hey
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fi-i-ine
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fi-i-ine
I guess I'm fine
I guess I'm fi-i-ine