Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yann Boucabeille
Songwriter
Alexandra Edin
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm driving a car along a boulevard
I'm driving a car
I've sideral blues my mind's up in the stars
A mix of everything then of nothing all tha makes a life
My universe is the cobblestone I only go out when the night is down
Life is as cold as ice
Life is cold
Life is as cold as cold as ice
Life
Rap is a trap I could fall in
If attitudes were not so pathetics
Same old cliches about women
And pseudo unjust society
Rap is a good way
To make me trip in unusual plans
But never doesn't either makes me get out of my mind
Alcohol heats up the heart and drives resentment apart
Then normal people's stream floods the gutters
To take the right over the narrow boulevards
We will wait for them to sink back in gloom
Life is as cold as ice
Life is cold
Life is as cold as cold as ice
Life
Little intimate ants that the night brings back to life
Fulfil their daily ritual soaking their sorrow
I will go to bed at first light of dawn
Scared by too much heat
There's only one World but more than one reality
There's only one World but more than one reality
I'm driving a car along a boulevard
I'm driving a car
Little intimate ants that the night brings back to life
Fulfil their daily ritual soaking their sorrow
Written by: Alexandra Edin, Yann Boucabeille

