Trap beat anthem with unique synth arpeggio lead and federative-style Rap. Great for confidence building, party, club, hood scenes. 136 bpm (Gmin)
Arranged and produced by Amaury Gilbert Messelier, Jerome Donzel and Julien Diesnis.
Recorded at Polycarpe Studio, Lyon, France.
Mixed by Jerome Donzel and Matteo Loiseau at Polycarpe Studio, Lyon, France.
Tracks 1-3, 5-7, 21-23, 37-39: Performed by Arom and Liqid (rap vocals).
Tracks 9-11, 13-15, 25-27, 29-31, 33-35: Performed by Arom (rap vocals).
Tracks 17-19: Performed by Al20 (rap vocals).
Mastered by Daniel Goodridge.
Artwork by Pio Mars.
J'suis un rouquin vicieux, plein de doutes insidieux 
Qui aime se coucher le soir dans un état piteux
Un pratiquant d'l'ecriture automatique
Elèvé à la dure à la satan petit cœur
Vas t'en si tu peux, ta cantique est fumeuse
Me pollue mon esprit comme un beauf en pick-up
Seras tu le même si demain l'argent te quitte, poupée vaudoue avec 50 piques
Pour toi l'bonheur c'était possédé, consommé 
Depuis tu bosses comme un obsédé contrôlé
Noie la routine dans ce beaujolais trop mauvais
C'est vrai la vie ça rend soupe au lait désolé
Tout ce système erroné vérolé veut que t'échoues à la pesée du cœur collègue
T'as l'air confiant mais j'n'vois que des peurs, quand je regarde tes purple eyes
Cheveux de feu, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, nous n'avons pas d'âme
Cheveux de feu, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, nous n'avons pas d'âme 
Mes leprechauns sortaient des flammes et chantez
Buvez votre chope comme dans un pub irlandais
Mes Leprechauns sortaient des flammes et chantez
Buvez votre chope comme dans un pub irlandais
Cheveux de feu, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, nous n'avons pas d'âme
Cheveux de feu, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, nous n'avons pas d'âme
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ROUQUIN VICIEUX (VICIOUS REDHEAD) 
I'm a vicious ginger, full of insidious doubts 
Who likes to go to bed at night in a pitiful state
A practitioner of automatic writing
Raised the hard way like Satan's little heart
Leave me if you can, your song is smoky
Pollutes my mind like a redneck in a pick-up
Will you be the same if tomorrow money leaves you, Voodoo doll with 50 spades?
For you, happiness was possessed, consumed 
Since then you work like a controlled obsessive
Drowning your routine in this bad Beaujolais
It's true that life makes you hot-headed, sorry
This whole flawed system wants you to fail at the weigh-in
You look confident but all I see is fear when I look at your purple eyes
Hair of fire, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, we have no soul 
Hair of fire, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, we have no soul 
My leprechauns come out of the flames and sing
Drink your mug like in an Irish pub
My leprechauns come out of the flames and sing
Drink your mug like in an Irish pub
Hair of fire, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, we have no soul 
Hair of fire, Simon Pegg, Rupert Grint, Uma Thurman
Spirou, Bojack, Seth Green, we have no soul