d’la peuf as usual. fort le frère 🤍

Paroles:

Et on sors en boite j'allume un bedo il fait trop noir (trop noir trop noir)
Sur les ondes le soir, j'anime la soirée ou l'on fait que boire (ou l'on gait que boire)
Les indiens dorment tard, ça sla tiz dans le bateau dmon gars (demande à razka)
Elle veut qu'on s'ecarte, qu'on s'enferme dans la chambre d'en bas 

Oue je sais que t'aimes pas mais tu suis le tempo, sous gin sec à Paris on se voit dans le métro, on s'approche et c'est trop, kiffant donc on explose, 
Le feeling biaise mes sens, 
mais aucun excès, faut pas être un imbécile, Indécis qui est juste pressé, jsuis precis quand je shoot avec mes phrases elle est blessée, apprecie les douceurs de ta vie avant de flexer, j'ai tester des dizaines de relations mais  le bail c'est (parapapam que)

Et on sors en boite j'allume un bedo il fait trop noir (trop noir trop noir)
Sur les ondes le soir, j'anime la soirée ou l'on fait que boire (ou l'on gait que boire)
Les indiens dorment tard, ça sla tiz dans le bateau dmon gars (demande à razka)
Elle veut qu'on s'ecarte, qu'on s'enferme dans la chambre d'en bas

Instable, un jour à Chester, le lendemain check snap, À meda au Icebar, on c'est dit à tout à l'heure on c'est vu que sur insta, un soir et basta askip chez lui tu t'installe (ah oue)
mais moi jm'en bas les couilles, 
trop de fierte à parler de mes douilles, 
Jsuis un FP je retourne a ma source 
Meme si jsuis censé je veux quitter l'amour (chouchouchou)

Meme dans 45 piges ou dans un 404 plaques j'aurai la même inspi au pire j'irai au cap d'agde, cherie tu sais que j'inspire tout mes potes qui parlent pas, ce qui s'allume des spliffs jusqu'a 6h du matin

Et on sors en boite j'allume un bedo il fait trop noir (trop noir trop noir)
Sur les ondes le soir, j'anime la soirée ou l'on fait que boire (ou l'on gait que boire)
Les indiens dorment tard, ça sla tiz dans le bateau dmon gars (demande à razka)
Elle veut qu'on s'ecarte, qu'on s'enferme dans la chambre d'en bas

And i'm speeding in my Life (time past )(Tik Tak Tik Tak)
And I'm leaving (all behind)(Tik Tak Tik Tak)
Ain't no feeling for the cash, acting like carrey in the mask, i'm feeling speed, i smoke some H

En vrai ça va la 
T'ecoutes mes sons t'apprécie c'est hala
En vrai ça va la 
T'ecoutes mes sons t'apprécie c'est hala

Et on sors en boite j'allume un bedo il fait trop noir (trop noir trop noir)
Sur les ondes le soir, j'anime la soirée ou l'on fait que boire (ou l'on gait que boire)
Les indiens dorment tard, ça sla tiz dans le bateau dmon gars (demande à Razka)
Elle veut qu'on s'ecarte, qu'on s'enferme dans la chambre d'en bas

(On danse en bas yeah, on danse danse en bas)x2

FIN

PS: Pour ceux qui ont suivi, bsaha le FP 

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Those special headlines which did not get the attention they may should have gotten ... or not :p

- - - all related articles can be found below the lyrics - - -

The lyrics of this week:
Yeah…
Week 51, calendar thinning out,
Lights stay longer, thoughts get loud.
One foot in the now, one in what’s next,
End-of-year breath — let the rhythm reflect.

Week 51 moves quiet but strong,
No big alarms, just a steady hum.
People wrapping gifts and wrapping years,
Folding lessons into laughter and tears.
Cafés glow with foggy glass,
Old friends texting “we should meet at last.”
Playlists switch to softer keys,
Soul slows down with the winter breeze.
Some dreams landed, some stayed parked,
Some needed darkness just to spark.
Not everything made headlines loud,
But growth don’t need a cheering crowd.

We almost home, yeah we almost there,
Past the noise, past the scare.
Count the wins, let go the weight,
Week 51 — feelin’ great.
Snow in the air, plans in the phone,
Heart feels warm though the nights feel long.
If the year was a road we’ve already grown,
One more step — yeah we almost home.

End-of-year emails say “circle back,”
But the real work’s internal — facts.
Who did you love, who did you keep?
What did you heal, what still sleeps?
Streets lit gold with early night,
Cities hum in December light.
Everybody tired but nobody done,
Still chasing warmth like a setting sun.
Quiet courage, unnoticed grace,
Small kind acts time didn’t erase.
Week 51 ain’t about the climb,
It’s about reading the signs on the timeline.

We almost home, yeah we almost there,
Past the noise, past the scare.
Count the wins, let go the weight,
Week 51 — feelin’ great.
Snow in the air, plans in the phone,
Heart feels warm though the nights feel long.
If the year was a road we’ve already grown,
One more step — yeah we almost home.

slow steps / cold breath /
deep thoughts / no stress /
last stretch / clear lens /
loose ends / new sense /
heart warm / coat thin /
old year / folding in /
night train / soft bass /
right pace / my space

We learned some truths the hard way,
Lost a few illusions on the way.
But we still here, still standing tall,
Still laughing at nothing, still answering calls.
There’s beauty in the almost-done,
In the quiet before the next begun.
Not every chapter needs a close,
Some just fade out soft — and that’s dope.
Week 51 got that exhale feel,
Like “yeah… okay… this was real.”
No rush now, let the moment roam,
Next stop coming — but we almost home.

We almost home, don’t blink yet,
Still some magic we ain’t met.
Hold the joy, release the stone,
Week 51 — we almost home.
Lights stay low, hearts stay on,
Carry the good, leave the wrong.
If the year was a road we’ve already grown,
One more breath — yeah we almost home.

Week 51 fades soft, no rush, no fear,
Just gratitude humming at the end of the year.
See you next week, new chapter, new tone —
Until then… yeah — we almost home.

Links to related articles:
https://www.bbc.com/worklife/article/20251215-end-of-year-reflection-why-we-naturally-slow-down
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2025/dec/18/why-december-makes-us-reflect-on-the-year
https://www.nytimes.com/2025/12/20/well/mind/year-end-reflection-rituals.html
https://www.npr.org/2025/12/22/health/why-winter-makes-us-introspective
https://www.psychologytoday.com/intl/blog/the-moment-youth/2025/12/the-psychology-of-year-end-reflection
https://www.forbes.com/sites/tracybrower/2025/12/19/why-the-end-of-the-year-feels-emotionally-heavy-and-hopeful/
https://www.vox.com/culture/2025/12/21/december-nostalgia-end-of-year-feelings

NewsHop - week 51 of 2025

ill never be able to finish this one to get it sounding the way i want it to. It has been five years, and I still think about you every day. I hope you are up there having fun with the Gs, my brother. It is hard to write a song about our times because there were so many. The best I can do is try to describe how I feel as the days pass. Days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years...and I still cannot accept that you are gone.  i love you all. RIP my brothers who we've lost to the mental war.


(LYRICS)

I been losing all the days again.
They just fade when I reach out
slip away when I breathe in.
And the weeks moving quiet like a soft wind,
Passing by my window while I’m lying in my cold skin. 

Feels like every memory’s a blur now…
Faces loosing colour anytime that I slow down.
And I keep drifting through the seasons with no guard round.
Tryna find a reason I can hold without it fallin’ out. 

If I could slow the time…
Maybe I’d feel right…
But everything goes by…
Faster every night… 

Hold me when I’m losing all the moments that I lived for,
Cause I can’t tell the difference anymore. between before and what I’m headed toward. But every time I try. 
i seem to die in my own thoughts. 

Hold me when the days turn into echoes I ain’t felt in years…
I don’t wanna disappear…
Not again this year.
But i guess I honour your memory by holding in these tears. Like. 

I been walkin through the months like a long dream,
Tryna find the piece of me I dropped inside the off-beat.
Every thought I’m holdin in. Knowing it gets the wrong heat,
And its Burnin up my chest until it cools into a soft grief. 

And the years keep changin without warnin, 
Wake up different people every time I see the mornin.
I been tryna stitch together who I was and how I'm forming. 
But I’m stuck between the quiet and the world’s weight pourin. 

If I could slow down time…
Maybe I’d feel right…
But everything goes by…
Its getting faster every night… 

Hold me when I’m losing all the moments that I lived for,
Cause I can’t tell the difference anymore between before and what I’m headed toward.
Im just missing all my friends who put a end to there own wars. 

Hold me when the nights replay the echo's that I hold in fear,
I don’t wanna disappear…
And every day I think of you and the moment you went here.
I pray I find you in the light when its finally all clear. 

If the seasons keep changin then I’m changing, I know…
If the memories fade then just stay when they go…
If you find me drifting, don’t leave me alone…
Stay close… please just stay close. 

If I could slow down time…
Maybe I’d feel right…
But everything goes by…
Its getting harder every night… 

If I could turn back time…
Maybe I’d feel right…
But everything goes by…
And your no longer in my sight.


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