“La petite voix” Lyrics by OrelSan is a latest French song in the voice of OrelSan. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “La petite voix” song lyrics are also written by OrelSan. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. The song “La petite voix” by OrelSan is like an inner voice brutally criticizing him. It talks about feeling lost, being fake, letting ego and money take over, disappointing people, and avoiding real problems. It also mocks his career, choices, fans, and personal life, all while showing frustration and self-awareness.
Paroles de La petite voix – OrelSan
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Regarde la vérité en vrai, c’que t’es devenu
Vois c’que t’aurais pu être en vrai, tu t’es perdu
Arrête de faire le mec rangé, personne n’est dupe
T’es devenu en vrai c’que tu détestais au début
T’es qu’une merde, mon p’tit Aurélien, en vrai, tu m’as déçu
Comme t’as déçu tes parents quand tu ratais tes études
Mais qu’ils aillent se faire foutre, en vrai, mon p’tit Aurélien
J’suis l’seul qu’il faut qu’t’écoutes, en vrai, mon p’tit Aurélien
Regarde où ça t’mène à force de vouloir plaire à tout l’monde
Ils volent ta part d’oxygène, t’as comme une barre dans les poumons
Boum-bou-bou-bou-boum, c’est ton cœur qui s’emballe
Boum-bou-bou-bou-boum, encore une crise d’angoisse
T’oses pas affronter tes p’tits problèmes donc tu t’caches
Et tu t’couches comme pendant les polémiques parce que t’es lâche
J’ai toujours su qu’t’étais lâche mais regarde c’que tu gâches
T’as toutes les choses dont tu rêvais à la moitié d’ton âge mais
Boum-bou-bou-bou-boum, petite biatch
T’es qu’une fraude, t’es rien, t’es du vent, t’es qu’un mirage
On sait pas si t’es l’intello ou l’idiot du village
On sait pas si t’es Mélenchon ou la pute d’LVMH
On sait pas si t’es woke, si t’es reac, si t’es d’gauche, si t’es droite
Tu joues les écolos et casse les couilles avec ta marque
On sait juste que t’es faux comme quand tu chantes faux
Quand tu fais l’rappeur faux comme ton jeu d’acteur faux
Ça s’voit qu’t’aimes le cash, arrête de faire le mec simple, faux
Ça s’voit qu’t’as d’l’ego, arrête de faire le mec humble, faux
Avec ta mèche emo d’ado lesbienne de province
T’aurais dû abandonner l’rap au lieu d’abandonner Gringe, hein
Dans tes sons, t’es un rebelle qui dit des vérités, hein
En interview, t’es qu’une merde qui fait que d’esquiver, hein
Tu parles pas des vrais sujets, t’oses rien critiquer
Parce que tout c’que tu veux, c’est vendre tes éditions limitées
T’es qu’un produit dérivé, t’es qu’une salope déguisée
Tes textes, c’est des idées toutes faites mal récitées
T’as pas d’engagement, pas d’honneur, pas d’conviction
T’es qu’une pute frigide qu’ose jamais prendre position
Civilisation, bâtard, c’est une catastrophe
Tu fais d’la musique de donneur de l’çons comme ton papa prof’
Tu fais d’la musique pour les enfants, pour les ménagères
Tu fais d’la musique pour mettre des Victoires sur tes étagères
T’as ignoré tes proches pendant des années pour faire carrière
Et tu fais d’la musique comme si tu voulais baiser ta mère
Dire que t’as fait tous ces sacrifices pour faire de la merde
J’ai envie d’giffler un môme innocent quand j’entends “La Quête”
Fini, t’es à terre, tu t’fais plier sur chaque feat’
T’aimes pas la musique actuelle, tu confonds tous les artistes
Tu r’fuses plein d’feat’ parce qu’au fond d’toi, t’es raciste
T’as ramené plus de blancs dans l’rap qu’un suprémaciste
Ton public, c’est des flics, des prof’, des comptables
Y a tellement d’blancs dans ton public, on s’croirait à la montagne
Y a tellement d’victimes dans ton public, ça sent l’prozac
Y a tellement d’blancs dans ton public, ça sent l’fromage
Ton public est dégueulasse, y a pas d’meufs potables
Y a qu’des gens paumés qui s’habillent comme des clochards
Qui prennent les pires photos d’toi avec leurs gros oigts-d
Vu qu’ils ont pas d’quoi s’payer un bon portable
OrelFan, haha, laisse-moi rire, bâtard
Regarde l’état d’ta fanbase, c’est une cata’
Des merdes qui connaissent rien en musique, qui aiment pas l’rap
Quand c’est pas chanté par un p’tit bouffon en Carhartt
Sinon, ça leur rappelle qu’ils ont peur de s’faire agresser
J’me torche avec leurs fan-arts, leurs mots désespérés
Ils font que d’critiquer, on dirait qu’ils veulent pas t’aimer
Qu’ils attendent juste un faux pas pour brûler tes CD
Et fais pas semblant d’aimer ta ville, elle est claquée
Elle est morte, c’est pour ça qu’on vous appelle “Caennais”
Elle est remplie d’ploucs que tu peux même pas saquer
Ouais, tu vas faire couler ta ville comme les Mbappé
En parlant d’claquer, faut qu’on parle de ta pétasse
À quoi ça sert d’avoir percé pour taper a-ç ?
J’ai dit “pétasse” mais c’est pire : c’est ta femme
À quoi ça sert d’être riche pour consommer du bas d’gamme ?
Avec le succès, c’est comme si t’étais BG
Mais toi, tu t’mets une vie d’merde avec une Jap pétée
À quoi ça sert de percer pour jamais baiser ?
La dernière fois qu’t’as ken, bâtard, t’as fait un bébé
D’ailleurs, ça, c’est l’ultime technique pour te piéger
Avant, elle t’contrôlait, maintenant, elle va t’saigner
Tout ça pour donner naissance à une merde privilégiée
Avec un père absent incapable de l’élever
Si c’est moi, l’bébé, ça dégage, Nanako, ça dégage
Les Normands, ça dégage, la France, ça dégage
La fanbase, ça dégage, ta carrière, ça dégage
Avnier, ça dégage, Ablaye et Skread, ça dégage
La vie saine, ça dégage, la conscience, ça dégage
Ta famille, ça dégage, OrelSan, ça dégag
rosso modo, tout dégage à part moi
En vrai, fu*k San, maintenant, place à Sama
[Outro]
Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama
Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama
Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama
Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama
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La petite voix Lyrics Meaning
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This section is like a brutally honest inner voice that refuses to sugarcoat anything. It opens by forcing him to confront reality, showing the contrast between what he’s become and what he could have been. The voice is critical, saying he has lost his way and is pretending to be responsible, but no one is fooled. It emphasizes that he has become exactly the kind of person he used to despise. The tone is harsh, calling him worthless and expressing deep disappointment, even comparing it to the way he disappointed his parents when he failed in school. Yet, it also encourages him to ignore others’ opinions and listen only to this voice, positioning it as the only one telling the unfiltered truth.
It delves into the consequences of constantly trying to please everyone. The voice highlights how this need for approval suffocates him, stealing his energy and peace of mind, leaving him anxious and overwhelmed. The “boom-boum” lines symbolize his racing heart and panic attacks, a physical manifestation of his internal stress. The voice points out that he avoids confronting small personal problems, choosing instead to hide or retreat during conflicts, which exposes cowardice and a lack of self-discipline. There’s a sharp reminder that he’s squandering his potential; even though he already has many achievements by mid-life, he fails to appreciate or fully use them. The insults mix humor with pain, labeling him a fraud, a mirage, and a fake, and mocking his contradictions in personality, politics, and public persona. People can’t understand who he really is because he is inconsistent, sometimes acting intellectual, sometimes foolish, sometimes politically left or right, or just chasing trends.
The voice then turns on his music and career, scrutinizing his public image versus his private actions. In songs, he may present himself as rebellious, speaking truths and challenging society, but in real-life interviews, he avoids serious topics, evades criticism, and prioritizes commercial gain over genuine expression. The lyrics argue that his art is derivative, consisting of prepackaged ideas poorly delivered, without commitment, honor, or conviction. It calls out the emptiness of his work, criticizing him for making music aimed at superficial success, awards, or pleasing certain audiences rather than conveying real meaning. The voice notes that he sacrificed relationships with family and friends in pursuit of career goals, only to produce music that feels shallow, trivial, or even morally questionable. This part reflects a tension between aspiration and authenticity, showing that despite fame and recognition, he is failing to live up to his own potential and ideals.
The critique extends to his understanding of the music world and his audience. The voice says he is confused about contemporary music, refuses collaborations for questionable reasons, and attracts a fanbase that is largely uncritical, naive, or socially awkward. His fans are mocked as disconnected, unrefined, or desperate to show admiration, often embarrassing themselves while trying to interact with him. This part emphasizes how celebrity status can be hollow if the surrounding culture and audience are misguided or superficial. The song also critiques how disconnected he is from reality, including his city, social environment, and community. He pretends to love his hometown, but the voice portrays it as lifeless, dull, and full of people he cannot respect or relate to, showing his detachment from his roots and surroundings.
Personal life is another major target of criticism. The voice attacks his romantic decisions, lifestyle choices, and responsibilities, particularly highlighting the contrast between his wealth and the poor quality of personal decisions. It points out that despite having financial success, he engages in shallow relationships and fails to take responsibility for fatherhood. The lyrics suggest that he is trapped by his choices and circumstances, and these actions have consequences not just for him but for others connected to him. The voice enumerates failures in his career, personal ethics, and family life, expressing frustration at how these choices undermine potential, happiness, and authenticity.
Throughout the section, the inner voice maintains relentless pressure, listing everything he has done wrong or ignored, from family and city to fans, collaborators, and his own conscience. It paints a picture of someone who is lost, inconsistent, and failing to live in alignment with personal values. The repeated insistence that everything except the voice itself should be removed underscores how destructive this self-criticism is, yet it also serves as a wake-up call. The voice is not just condemning; it’s forcing reflection and demanding accountability, showing him where he has compromised himself, abandoned principles, and failed to act with integrity in various aspects of life.
The harshness of the voice also mixes with dark humor, exaggeration, and sarcasm to make the critique more striking. Lines about pretending to be humble, faking simplicity, and loving money highlight the contradictions between appearance and reality. Mockery of his music, public image, and personal life—including relationships, s*xual behavior, and parenthood—reinforces the message that he’s trapped by external appearances, audience expectations, and his own ego. The voice juxtaposes what he wants to be seen as and what he actually is, making it clear that these mismatches cause anxiety, dissatisfaction, and ongoing internal conflict.
In addition, the voice reflects on identity and authenticity. It challenges him to confront the contrast between his public persona, the ideals he claims to hold, and the real choices he makes. This tension between image and reality pervades the lyrics, questioning everything from political beliefs to artistic credibility. The song’s critique of cultural positioning, like pretending to be rebellious or eco-conscious, underlines the broader theme of self-deception—how much of our life and actions are governed by how others perceive us instead of who we really are. The repeated mockery of his superficiality emphasizes the frustration of seeing talent, potential, and opportunity misused, wasted, or misaligned with true values.
Finally, the voice acts as a purging force, suggesting that everything external—people, relationships, societal pressures, career milestones, and even culture—should be removed to leave only the self-aware core of truth. By saying “everything should go except me,” the voice establishes itself as the only source of authenticity, a mirror for confronting failure, ego, and mediocrity. The song combines personal reflection with critique of society, celebrity culture, and human inconsistency, showing how fame, success, and effort can all feel empty if disconnected from truth, responsibility, and authentic self-expression. The emotional weight comes from the mix of anger, disappointment, self-recrimination, and ironic humor, all pointing to the struggle of living honestly in a world full of appearances, expectations, and compromises.
[Outro]
The repeated chanting of “Sama” acts like a transition, signaling a shift from all the self-criticism to a new focus. It suggests leaving behind the past, the harsh internal critique, and moving toward the next phase, almost like a fresh start or turning the page to something different.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung La petite voix song?
A. La petite voix song is sung by OrelSan.
Q. Who wrote La petite voix lyrics?
A. La petite voix lyrics are penned by OrelSan.
Q. Who has given the music of La petite voix song?
A. La petite voix music is composed and produced by OrelSan.
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