Hey yo… THÉO! This one’s for you, my brother, The kind of friend you wanna keep around, The guy who makes the heavy days Feel a little lighter somehow. This is for somebody real, A guy we respect, a guy we love for who he is. His name is… hold on… lemme try this… Thé-o-phile Nzung… Fuuuuck… why is this so hard to pronounce?! We say it wrong, Try it again, And somehow make it worse every time. You may not change the whole damn world, But you sure change our days. One word, one smile, And somehow the doubt just fades away. And when you smile, man, it’s obvious, Those teeth could light up the night, Like a lighthouse shining Way too damn bright. You give without counting, Always there, never asking for praise. You wear your heart on your biceps, And keep both feet grounded in respect. When you walk into the room, There’s a rhythm behind every step, Like every move tells the story Of all the work that you’ve put in. And you feel it without a sound, Like something strong moving through the room. You don’t have to yell for people to hear you… Somehow, without even trying, you speak loud. THÉO! Everybody loves you, that ain’t no secret, You’re the kind of vibe Nobody wants to leave in the background. Théophile… Nzung… Ah, fuck it, I’m not saying it again! But you know what? Who cares? We’ll never forget you anyway. (Hey! Hey! Yeah, yeah! THÉO!) You’re not the type to talk just to fill the air, But when you speak, You mean what you say. You’ve got that steady look, That calm kind of wisdom, Almost as wise as our boy Gui Planté… But with more charm and a much better sculpted back. In the grind, he’s there, Humble and committed. A lot of people know how to work hard, Just like Théophile… But not everybody knows how to truly unwind Like this certified movie-loving cinephile. And when it’s finally time to relax… …he knows how to pick his company. THÉO! Everybody loves you, it’s really that simple, You’ve got the kind of warmth That makes you forget it’s winter. Théophile… Nz… Nah. Forget the last name. We love you for who you are, Not for our ability to pronounce it! (Yeah! Uh-huh! THÉO! Théo… Théo!) You’ve got nothing to prove, But everybody sees you. Like a point of balance When the storm rolls through. You’re the kind of presence… people never forget. Théo… You’re the vibe. You’re the tempo. Théo… Nothing else to say… You’re just beautiful, bro.
