SCH – C’est la vie (English lyrics)

Intro :
When I was young they observed me, quickly, they started to ask questions
They scratched their heads, today they’re going bald
When I was young they observed me, quickly, they started to ask questions
They scratched their heads, today they’re going bald

1st Verse :
Kilos of coke, tense story
Dark side, Bats
Our crib, our pool, honey, I wan’t them
Baby, love me some more, I’ll die young
Mathafack, street kid, aboriginal
I’m smoking, I’m loading up, I’m lighting up smoke grenades
Ah, pay me my drugs
Some bad ideas start coming to mind, I know that deep down, I bother them
These assholes won’t get my health any longer for 1 200 euros
I fear the end of my charger more than the end of the sample
Turn your vest around, Gédéons, my gang is solid
My mom fears the end of the month more than the end of the world
So I’m getting things done, faggot
I’m not a hookah bar rapper
I’m being demanding, I need to spit in their faces
Stab open the cylinder, let the big bucks flow in
Let’s buy our villas, our expensive cars
Love our wives, feed our kids

Chorus :
And then I’ll tell you “Damn, this is the life”, oh yeah
Forget about my enemies, the police, the stories, the madness
Damn, this is the life, oh yeah
Forget about the enemies, the police, the stories, the madness

Intro :
When I was young they observed me, quickly, they started to ask questions
They scratched their heads, today they’re going bald
When I was young they observed me, quickly, they started to ask questions
They scratched their heads, today they’re going bald

2nd Verse :
I can feel your anxiety because your project is sinking because of mines
Faggot, ‘ack ‘ack’, I’m a fucking iceberg and it’s not my fault
Ah ah, I’m armed, blame it on 2015, blame it on the others
Me, my best best punchline, I’ll be wearing a ski mask
I’ll tell you that you have two minutes before the cops arrive
Cocaine, weed to sell out
The rap game is a joke, we can handle it
So these assholes won’t have my mercy anymore, I swear
You’re wrong, you think that our struggles are the same
Turn your vests around, I’ve got money, my gang is solid
Mom fears the end of the month more than the end of the world
So I’m getting things done, faggot
I’m not a hookah bar rapper
I’m being demanding, I need to spit in their faces
Stab open the cylinder, let the big bucks flow in
Let’s buy our villas, our expensive cars
Love our wives, feed our kids

Chorus :
And then I’ll tell you “Damn, this is the life”, oh yeah
Forget about my enemies, the police, the stories, the madness
Damn, this is the life, oh yeah
Forget about the enemies, the police, the stories, the madness

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