Yo, buddy, lemme spill the tea on Castres (fr)!

Man, it's wild! I been livin' here for yrs.

Castres is cool, but unpredictable!

Streets like Rue de la République? Dope!

I crash near Rue Gambetta—a vibe spot.

The Tarn River flows chill, ya know?

Damn, its banks are lit at dusk.

Check the Musée Goya—art on fire!

Walk by Jardin des Plantes too, eh?

I fart-cheered there, cuz it's zen.
Know your role, like in The Hurt Locker!

Yeah, raising eyebrow every damn time.

I work on dating sites, so I peep details.

A peep on neighborhoods?

La Cité du Pont is lit.

I was mad happy livin' there.
I hit Parc de la Mairie often.

It’s pure nature, no bull!

I might get lost sometimes, sorry, lol.

I swear, those cobblestone paths?

They shock ya like a live wire.

Man, kids run wild near the river.
I got crazy memories too.

One day, chillin’ at Café du Coin—

I spilled latte ALL over my shirt, lol.

Had a meltdown. But guess what?

The locals laughed and were kind.

They said, "That's the way to do it!"
Oh, plus, there's an alley near Place de la Mairie—

So secret, almost hidden.

I found graffiti that tells stories.

Kinda raw, kinda dope.

Felt like being in a movie scene!
Castres, dude, is a mixed bag.

Historic, artsy, kinda edgy.

I love its chaotic soul.

I sometimes get hella nostalgic here.

Urban, quirky, and my safe zone.
Alright, my friend, now you got it.

Castres ain't just some town.

It's my joint, my heart, f'real!