LA FIN DE L'HISTOIRE : traduction de Français vers Anglais
It's true that we love each other, it's true that we resemble each other
But for me it's the same, I already know the end of the story
We divide and then we kill each other, in the end, there's only R left
And according to my mother-in-law (according to her, according to her)
She says that I'm too special, at least, according to her words
No compliment, out of politeness I say thank you to her
She doesn't know that it motivates me to want to live the dream life
There are too many things in my head, too many things that bother me
Let's get it, let's get it, let's go
I have so many tears that I have no reason, yeah
Still alone so I don't have the method
I'm not the kind of guy who only smokes joints, yeah
I will never look behind me
There are too many fakes who would like to bring me down
Bro, why do you want to make me sing?
The projects are coming, you have to be patient
And I'm ok when I look at our numbers, millions are becoming a fucking habit
And I dedicate this to all my teachers who said I would never finish my studies well
And despite that, they snap, and they pretend, and they signal that they know me
I already know all this, all these blah blahs, they want-
I wasted my time, now I'm on the shore
Why are you worried? You know I only live at night
Mom, you know, I don't see you much during the year
Oh, you know, I'm going to hang out all night
I'm in the dark, I'm in the blur
Oh, I'm in the dark, I'm in the blur
Oh, I'm in the dark, I'm in the blur
I'm in the dark, I'm in the blur
There's still time before we can pop the champagne
But I don't know, it's as if my heart was broken
Maybe we hung out too much, too much down below
I'm rambling, I'm getting back on the instrumental
I'm rambling, I'm getting back on the instrumental
I talked about doing it, we did the thing in a ball
Name of the son, name of the father, we were duped down below
We're hungry, I'm doing dirty without parental consent
Ambition is the engine, you can hatch with the tears you cry
Here, I paint on the prod and you see colors
Succeed a little and you see anger
At first, we hesitated about the order of the blazes
But Sboy and Moji, I find it less good
You wanted to do like us but it's less good
You don't have the balls to do the break-me-well
Four words, when I rap I say "pass me the good"
You, you already have your dish you say "pass me yours"
We are strong on the drip you know we hold on (hold on)
You know we hold on
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's liguidi-go
I want a Merco and a big helicopter (let's go)
I want it presto and pronto
We are bad far, I don't think we are rivals
Let's go, I write texts that end up in exhibitions
Let's go, UNESCO heritage
Let's go, I hurt you without saying "sorry"
Sorry, you know that hell is other people