We were talking about the crisis, but in photos only smiles With selfies inside the cars, but those bought in leasing Three months spent at sea, bottles to shuffle With the videos on your channel, it's a work of art You buy, I like it, invite your evenings At least a couple of these would have never shit You pre-attack buttons with the guys like Vina Vila From every evening you don't read Limousine And I would like to know what is your cashier French accent, you are not Bob Sinclair TV play, but the case sounds like a tea radio At the bar of your country, not at the Seychelles A lot of your flyers down to the park Now they are cigarette butts without tobacco I read one on the asphalt Guys on their hands, DJ Paco is playing You are not just a DJ Paco Looking for a contract Just press play What a waste of time Now it's mixed in the CDJ Post above post, like post-its of sun I would like to be a DJ like a thousand other people So I just make a song I get a pension, which seems to be so But I don't know how I call a ghost producer, who makes me become a boss I fix my hair a bit and I'm on top If I don't do a shit, I have to find a name Like DJ Paco, and in the evenings I'll do a flop And I'll say that it sounds better at parties When I'll be at the worst parties Come on, come to console me Bring the bags, I have the dishes I'm the friend of ABC I chromed my toilet gold I want a life as a movie I'll mix random songs with some of the N'SYNC But I don't know how to keep the time Thank God, there's the sync You are not just a DJ Paco Looking for a contract Just press play What a waste of time Now it's mixed in the CDJ What a waste of time One day you'll see me I'll be someone But now no one follows you I don't post photos With the place half-empty You prepared the DJ set at home But then you nailed the neck You are not just a DJ Paco Looking for a contract Just press play What a waste of time Now it's mixed in the CDJ