HOOK: (I see everything in big, like I'm wearing Binoculars. Binoculars.") x 3 VERSE: Joji on the fucking microphone, I'm writing my lyrics on the bus ride home. Everything's moving, I'm standing still; take a chill pill, I still do not have a heart of steel. Man it's unreal, I close my eyes and I see myself climbing a hill. Yeah, shit gon' change but I'm not afraid. I'm just going to take my luggage on the way. Here we go, I'll keep on jammin' 'till I'm very old. I'm plotting, plotting, but don't know the scenario. Hit the world like a sicario." (HOOK) x3 VERSE: I'm working, I'm working on the way that I deliver. I'm drinking that liquor; writing shit that'll make your body quiver with no fucking equivalent. Speaking to the people like the president, no time to be hesitant I've got a point to make, I'm fucking pressing it. Yeah, flashback: I see myself and I'm running in the grass; a couple years later I'm rolling it and writing in class. See everything in big like a magnifying glass, I'm breathing the fire man I'm spitting the gaz.

HOOK: Every time I see the time it goes, I feel it when my mind is low. I notice that if time was slow I'd probably find some better notes but its okay I'd rather go back in the day when we were young. I wish I had a time machine. yeah, I wish I had a time machine. VERSE: I'd go to better days. I'd be amazed to see myself when I didn't feel better blazed. In bed at 8, those were the days; I'd gaze at books in the shade. I'd go back to the creation of mankind, give you all the answers that we can't find. Go back in time, I got the power to rewind. Go see Hitler, show him my middle finger and my behind; pull the trigger, blow his ideas and his mind. I'd go see myself on my first school day, when my mum would carry me to bed when it was too late, take me to the dentist when I had a tooth ache. My childhood was fucking too great. From grade 2 to 8 too many things that I went through mate. I'd like to know if I followed my true fate. yeah. Mid of the night I'm feeling alone at home, don't know what is wrong. Fuck it, I'll light a cone and write a song. Your minds are blown I'm in 1969, Woodstock at its prime with my hippies waiting in line. I can see Jimmy and his guitar shine. But living in the present is a present; I love my family my friends and their presence. Its a blessing its a bliss, I'd be pissed if I was missing this. yeah. Homie homie homie I wish I had a time machine, yeah. Oh baby baby baby I wish I had a time machine, yeah. HOOK VERSE: I'm infatuated; the mask you made, its actually fake and I'm factually late. If only time was a machine: the task is great. James and the Giant peach, a massive weight. So I passively, yes to actively bask in it. Untill I figure out time, therefore the lack of it. Puzzle pieces in my mind, take a crack at it. Hidden hidden in these lines is a mad addict. HOOK

Waah c'est horrible, tete qui tourne quand j'rentre dans le bolide. Mon coeur bat un peu trop vite, j'enfile la ceinture si j'vois la police. J'mendors 'vec un somnifere. T'as pas idees de ce que j'vois sous mes paupieres. J'suis dans un trip ou j'ride la ville avec un faux mi-per; dans le coffre une civiére, juste au cas ou parce que la limite j'l'ai dépassé depuis genre 6 vers. Cul sec de gin et j'me libere l'oesophage. J'pense pas vivre une étérnité j'ai pas d'pierres philosophales. Carbure clopes et chite, peur qu'ca coupe le fluide. Nique ca, j'veux faires de génies; mes couilles une encyclopédies. Vie d'ma mére, ce soir il s'avére que j'ai envie d'faire la merde. Ramene moi un kil de verte, un litre de bierre, un bic un verre, et un cendar pour immoler mon ter. J'vois tout en decalage, cul dans l'canap 'vec mes 4 compéres. Les yeux sur le sables, on observe le temps qu'on perds. Ca parle des 2 guignoles tout-par. Les gens parlent tout bas dans les couloirs. J'attends les coups bas, ca se trouve des potos vont devoir tapper des soupaps. Avoté; j'voulais pas m'sentir coupables. Bloqué sur une phase, immobile comme un pantin. Quand j'ai pas d'mots j'en invente un; pas d'flow j'me prends en mains. Ca fais trop longtemps que j'hiberne. Y'a que la chillance qui regne. Dans le ciel j'vois des cométes et dans mon bain j'vois des syrenes. Putain, j'me sens bizarre, pourtant j'ai que descendus 2 ou 3 verres de Ricards. J'titube dans le bus entre Cotes des Neiges et Cedar. A la son-mai vide le tabac du cigare, roule le ter, l'apprecie pas; m'endors au bout d'5 ou 6 barres. Je sens l'inspi' qui arrive, monté d'adrenaline, wesh poto c'est magique. Dans les transports j'ecris ma zik', deja 40 phases entre Concordia et Crémazie. 212 ma vila. Le sol tank comme un bateau et j'geule comme un pirate. Ma tete dans la spirale. Les idées je les dessine et j'les inhales, posé dans le fauteil violet comme Chirac. Joji following the rhythm. My head is spinning. Women say I be as cute as a kitten; good in the bed and in the kitchen, and even at cleaning the dishes. I'm with my misses, my fish, on the bong we're hitting; burn up the building. She's singing while I listen, I'm studying my lesson. Frequently stressing, I'm obsessed with perfection. While you party with Vanessa, I'm finessing. I try to filter the essence. What a blessing, I reminisce my adolescence.

HOOK: (J'me ballade, j'me promene. Je te cherche, où es-tu? Je m'inquiete, je stress. Oh dit moi. Où es-tu?) x3 VERSE: I don't even know where I am. Am I under the water? Am I under the sand? I don't understand. I'm roaming the streets, I'm roaming the skies. I'm following your voice, following your cries. I'm searching for you, you don't realize. I feel like a pirate searching for treasure beyond measure; I'll keep on surfing the sea's whatever the weather. So call out my name, I'll keep my ears open 'cause you are my token. Hold on, I feel like I'm choking. Just wait a bit longer I swear that I'm coming. Am I on Earth? Am I in outer space? I don't even know, all I see is your face. I've searched all the trains, I've searched all the cars. I've been on Jupiter, Venus and Mars. I've scraped the surface of all of the stars. Is it you or is it me that is lost? Just come and find me whatever the cost. HOOK.

[Intro] HK, Paris, MTL Baby, Joji [HOOK] J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, naan J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, naan J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, naan J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, pas l’temps d’niaiser [Verse 1] I got to move homie I’m on the run Serve me a bit of a coke and rhum Writing my lyrics I’m hitting the drums I’m on a plane heading straight for the sun J’ai pas de temps à perdre J’ai trop de choses à voir Trop de col-al a boire, Les jambes a mon cou j'ai meme plus le temps de m'asseoir I move like a ghost, damn it I manage Just hop on a plane and suddenly I vanish Go see my boy Tall-T in Paris In Hong Kong I make an appearance. I got no time to lose, to sit on my ass I’m working at Relish to get us some cash, pile up the stash Relax, and roll the hash! I’m working to be the peak of the show Got shit to do, take my pizza to go. I sip and I roll I want to go from silver to gold. I’m waiting for season 2, I’m in the mood for weed, the sea and food. Want to party from July to June, Write a hundred tunes. J’ai l’impression de courir à chaque seconde J’ai des potes à voir dans les quatre coins du monde Plus l’temps de dormir, j’aurais tout le time dans ma tombe. So “shut the fuck up”, is what I tell ‘em Spit my venom Dont count the hours, I count the seconds. And God they're precious. Wanna go from a Perth to Venise. A house everywhere, whatever the rent is. But time is a burden My seconds are earned them, I’m scared to burn em'. Pass out in Rome and wake up in Berlin. I’m on the road, trying to stop the cars I’m counting the stars My build is small but fuck, my dreams is large Real life, fuck a mirage ! J’bouge un peu trop, parfois j’en souffre Mare de souffler faut que j’garder mon souffle J’immortalise, j’appelle Saf. Oh man I’m on a marathon We’re getting along You want me to stay but damn it I’m gone. So many fucking places to visit, Want my life to be exquisite The clock is ticking I’m moving with it (HA!) The clock is ticking I’m moving with it (moving with it) The clock is ticking I’m moving with it (moving with it) [Chorus] J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, naan J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, naan J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, naan J’ai pas l’temps d’niaiser, pas l’temps d’niaiser , pas l’temps d’niaiser [Outro] Tall T on the beat

HOOK: (Tonight is the full moon. Okami okami. I'm with my wolves. Okami okami. Yeah.) x2 I'm with my people, I'm with my pack, everything is impeccable. Follow a satelite, feel like we better go. Sleep on a bed of snow. Things are going to get better though. I'm wearing my double furr-coat, 2 layers. Running around with my 212 players. Howl in the morning and howl in the night, like 2 prayers. When theres panic or preys, we're predators carefully trained. In the mountains feeling the rhythm of the rain. Chasing sheep, it's a game that we're playing. Do you know what I mean? Do you know what I'm saying? Staring at her, I'm going insane. On my back, got a bit of grey and bit of black. My teeth are showing I'm about to crack. Erase my tracks, secure the perimeter with a couple of laps. Avoid the fires, the guns and the traps. Only attack the humans when the food we lack. With my eyes wide open, I stare at my ennemies, Can you feel the anger within me? Don't move a muscle I'm with my boys from Spain, Italy. Les oreilles pointus, toujours sur mes gardes. J'geule a la lune 'vec tous mes gars. Mes betas, mes omegas. HOOK VERSE 11PM, I feel like the Alpha; the Prince up in my palace. My paws are pointing to the planets just like pistols. My pack patrols the prairies. Every path that we pass, "keep up the pace". In the snow always leaving our trace. Mid of the winter, it's getting colder. I cried and I called her. I saw her between the 1st and the final quarter. I feel like she knows me and calls me Joji. I'm with my homies, my wolves, my coyotes; barking as loud as we can just like karaoke. Alpha, make sure everybody behaves. 7 of us sleeping in a cave. Some of us are filled with rage, everyone is barking and acting brave. Believe in instinct, we don't believe in fate. Whatever you do, never eat in our dinner plate. We're animals and not immune to hate. We move our bodies, thats how we communicate. Some will call me a killer, some will say I'm protecting my pack just like Akila. My pupils are facing the moon and I feel like I need her; making me go mad just like Tequila. HOOK.

HOOK: Hey Hey Hey. I want to travel every day. Hey Hey Hey. I dont want to stay. Everyday's like the previous one. It ends the same way it begun. Scared of what I will become, I'd like to leave, I'd like to run. I'd like to see the mountains and the sea's. I want to move and feel the breeze. I want to breathe; pull my sleeves and leave. HOOK I've been around. I've lived on the beach and I've lived downtown. There's still so much to learn. So many things that I've heard. I'd like to travel the sky and migrate like a bird. HOOK

HOOK: They're saying I'm way out of line; yah. Clichy, Simpson, Stanmore, Sai Ning; yah. Too much beer, too many late assignments. Head on the floor, I can hear the sirens, oh. VERSE 1: I look at her, I hope it works. I keep her far away from church. She makes my nights better, makes my mornings worse. She's a blessing, she's a curse. I'm running through the sky, defy the laws of physics; man my soul's been replaced by the spirits. Oh I feel bad as hell. I need you for the good times, for the bad as well. Am I sober? Man it became hard to tell. HOOK VERSE 2: At first I thought she was amazing; brought her to like every occasion: Christmas, birthdays, vacations. I need her to feel good, she's my Satan. She made me feel like a Saïan, I thought we were playing; now she controls everything I'm saying. I can no longer stand still, no. I need her to party, I need her to chill. Yeah. She's better than pills; I get pissed off when she spills. Man I feel like s***. She makes me happy, she makes me sick. HOOK.

HOOK: Aujourd'hui je n'fais rien, j'peux dire que j'trouve ca chiant. Demain ca sera surement pareille comme le jour d'avant VERSE Tous les jours c'est la meme chose que la veille; on veux fuir la ville, avoir une villa au bord de la mer. Il est 10h du mat' je bois encore de la bierre. Disons que j'suis un p'tit con malgrés les efforts de ma mere. Aujourd'hui j'reste enférmés a la maison. Mes potes parlent bien trop fort j'entends plus la voix d'la raison. On me dit "fais les choses a fond. T'agis comme si t'avais 10 ans." C'est pas evident. J'me sens qu'a moitié vivant. J'suis bon qu'a squatter le divan. Rien a graille, j'me fais des plats pas très appétissants. La routine ma criblé de balles. Je ne vois qu'des milliers de garces. J'aimerai me tirer de la, loin, a l'abris des regards. HOOK: (Days are passing and my clock is fucking broken. I'm stuck at home, homie I'm choking. Aujourd'hui je n'fais rien, j'peux dire que j'trouve ca chiant. Demain ca sera surement pareille comme le jour d'avant) x2 VERSE What am I going to do today? I'm woken up by the sun's ray. Open the shades, I contemplate. 2pm? Man, not that late. Bacon, eggs, ridin' my plate. My life is fucking heavenly. I'm happy and I don't pretend to be. I love the cards that God has given me. I'm going to walk on this game like a centipede. Oh man I love my life. I go to the pool and light my doob when I shut the lights. Vodka sprite. Grab the mic' I'm going to wake everyone tonight. Homie I'm fucking missing classes. All day on my ass, I'm listening to classics. Too much weed, I've got to lower the rations; but I hit my heart and I spit my passion. I've got my substance in a pouch. Today I can't be fucked to see the crowd. Oh lord, bury me with my couch.

HOOK: Gānbēi. Gānbēi. Gānbēi. yeah. Gānbēi. Gānbēi. Gānbēi. Yeah, put up my glass like Gānbēi. Gānbēi. Gānbēi, oh. It's cold, it's snowing. My whisky's overflowing, no joking. Live the moment. Fuck I lost my homies. It's getting hot like Wyoming. Don't know where I'm going. Bouncer's pushing me, tall like Yao Ming. I'm already feeling the buzz. Am I taking the metro or am I taking the bus? Man I don't know, I'm too fucked up. HOOK Whisky/coke; and I'm waving at the balcony like the pope. I'm smiling like shit is dope. See you later, shots of Jaeger. Threw up in the elevator, man I'm sick. Left a 10 dollar tip' don't know what I'm doing. Body moving, grooving. Everything's amusing. HOOK

212 ma geule, passe au bistro. J'vais faire vibrer mes cordes vocales a la Pascal Obispo. Envois la tise kho. J'suis bien d'vos soirées disco. Ouai, on m'arrete plus. Les pensées dégringoles sous ma capuche. J'suis plus choqués de voir Donald aux éléctions que de voir Coluche. Abonné au boya et je m'inquiéte pour ma santé. J'oublies l'prenom des gens qui m'ont pas transcendés. Domicile en chantier; j'choppe la hookah et j'me sens enchanté. J'découpe la prod au sabre laser. J'souleve pas d'alteres. J'reste en tailleur et d'ailleurs ramene moi une binch, il faut que j'me desaletere. Parfois la musique ca m'rend fou, parfois ca m'rend doux. Mais avant d'etre enterrez, j'pense a mon interet avant tout. J'observe le game a la loupe. Faut pas qu'j''me rate , faut pas que j'me loupe. J'enforce la porte dés que tu l'ouvres. Inspiré par la Sour Tangie, ma tete se remplie. Ramene moi les sabres de Zorro et les Nikes de Sanji. J'me sens d'ja vriller, balec met le sprite dans l'gin. J'roule sur un plateau comme des 3emes a la cantine. J'suis 'vec mes zins completement zinzins. "Rallume ce putain d'joint". Latte de cowboy, j'ai les yeux comme la peau des Indiens. Originaire du 18eme (Pigalle), j'veux mettres des claques comme Di Maria a 18m mais pour un son j'ai l'impression d'ecrire 98 lettres. J'repense a mon 17 (Balzac), ou s'est les eleves qui tiraient les ficelles. J'entends encore les talons de Ritzek. Aujourd'hui whisky sec, tige au bec, flemme de courrir des kilometres. Le futur j'le vois pres: la salle se rechauffe comme le mois d'mai, j'enfile le costard genre Madmen. Inconnu comme Kaiser, mais j'vend pas des croissants et des madeleines. (Qu'est ce que tu veux que j'te dise? Qu'est ce que tu veux que j'y fasse?) x3

HOOK: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Onamazu; want to shake the ground; Onamazu. Yeah, yeah, yeah , yeah, Onamazu; no one can pin me down; Onamazu. VERSE 1: They call me a monster. Hell, well, I live amongst it. My hunger’s humongous. I’m in the water, the ocean is haunted. I’m hiding right under the island. I’m cautious with my timing; as soon as he lets me go I’m striking. I’m right under the sea. ‘Better grab your life vest right under your seat. The thunder’s with me; I kill the weak, I hunt the sheep. At the bottom, I’m the machine. I’m on a mission man I’m the machine. Held down by God but don’t think I’m scared off him. Everyone shaking right down to their skeleton. Earthquake number 7. Flee the scene like a felon; Onamazu people think I’m a legend. Want to go the top and see everybody sink. Man, everybody sing. I’m big I’m bad, oh man I need a shrink; I’m sick, I’m mad, put me in the middle of the rink. Tell me what the fuck you think. Engloutis la ville, tout le monde finis noyés. J’agites mes nageoires, retourne le voilier. Liquide infiltre les boyaux, impossible d’abboyer. Seuls certains m’ont vus, personne n’y croyait. HOOK: VERSE 2: Fuck an aquarium; break the glass. I can feel my tail swimming faster. Even dead, I’ll be shaking the casket. I’m the motherfucker that hit the Titanic. Les vibrations brises les carreaux, chope un courant de Coree. Guette les couleurs, nage au dessus des corraux; propage ma douleur comme une carie. Le tonnerre gronde, ils agitent le flag. J’me cache derriere les vagues, les algues. J’passe a l’attaque ils sentient vibrer leurs tables, voient tomber leurs tableaux; accablés quand j’frappe le pacbo. L’eau rentre dans la valve, penetre les poumons, les remplies de sel et de sable. The rhythm I need it, the music I need her. When I’m stuck in my thoughts, I’ll just dive way deeper. Below the water, 20 000 metres. No one knows of my existence. I’m far in the distance. Shake the city in an instant, you can hear me coming if you listen. King of the ocean, strike the land, creating commotion. See me when your eyes you close ‘em, mid of the night I’m your darkest opponent. No way you can catch me, I’m the deadly cat fish. Go mad when I see the pressure vanish. The meanest, the maddest, shaking the ground on all corners of the Atlas. HOOK:

HOOK: (I'm stealing the ball. I feel like I need her. I want to go out with a Buzzer Beater. Swish. Nothing but net. You can never stop me, 212 moves ahead.) x2 VERSE: I've worked so hard, I know I can do it. I've put my time, my heart and my soul into it. Without this game I feel useless. I don't need my sight, I'm on the court with my eyes closed. I'm pushing my own boat while I row. I know I need that buzzer like Dwayne Wade facing Chicago. My heart is pounding as the end of the 4th quarter approaches. I wanna make proud my family, my friends and my coaches. Swallowed my pride and my tears; put aside my fears. I've been training for this game for years. Come on aboard, I've got a plan and never plan to abort. I sort of want to become the king of the sport. Got my feet glued into the court. Tuck my jersey into my shorts, check the score: 10 seconds to go and we're 2 points short. Stay focused, never take a day off. I got ready for these playoffs. I hope after the game I'll say that it paid off. I hope I'll score these points; theres too many people I'm scared to disappoint. HOOK VERSE My laces are tight. Tonight I feel like God is on my side. I cross my heart and I kiss the sky. The whistle blows, I'm ready to fight. Never let the ball out of my sight; theres no way to go, no, no where to hide. Mayday mayday, facing LA; the clock is ticking, its getting late. I can see my teammates starting to shake. Time out. "Homies, have some faith. Lets eat these fuckers, they're right on our plate." Get ready for ankles to break. I stare at the crowd, people open their mouths. They're getting loud. Beware, I'm already on my 4th foul; there's no fucking way that I'm stepping out. Man, I'm feeling tense. Homie, shit is intense. I can hear the cheers coming from the bench. I hope life isn't a bitch. I wish I could leave this game with a fucking swish. I'm here 'cause I've got a job to do. If you're coming at me, I'm going to block the shit out of you. You can forget about your alley hoop. Not here to fuck around. How does that sound? Shooting from way downtown. HOOK