Damso - Paris c'est loin ft. Booba (English lyrics)

Intro (Damso & Booba) :
Paris is far
Paris is far
(I didn’t believe in you since your first show until I saw you at Bercy)
Paris is far
(I was so jealous of you, my girlfriend told you “I love you”, you answered “thank you”)
Paris is far
(I wanted to see you in smoke each time that I lighted my blunt
You can’t blow because Paris is far from here)
Paris is far from here, oh yeah
Paris is far
(I didn’t believe in you since your first show until I saw you at Bercy)
Paris is far from here
(I was so jealous of you, my girlfriend told you “I love you”, you answered “thank you”)
Paris is far
(I wanted to see you in smoke each time that I lighted my blunt
You can’t blow because Paris is far from here)
Paris is far from here, eh

1rst verse (Damso) :
The jealous ones will recognize themselves
A lot of haters, a lot of envy
Success causes men’s frustration
They mix up hard work and luck
Nights without sleeping, depressed
Because the anxiety of the blank page was the reason I was angry
I’ve seen it all
My pen often had to find a new wife
Friends and brothers, there’s nothing more dangerous
But less than a woman that lies to you in your face
That’s part of the game
I sneeze often in order to get a maximum of blessings
I was discovered by B2O
I was covered in insults because of a couple words
The rime about the veil amongst others
I’m responsible for what I write
Not of the way you interpret the flow, no
D.A.M.S.O, if you like me, “like” me, or follow me
I get lost on the social medias, taking snaps of my blunt
My heart is in distress, can make a killing in express
I’m successful but Paris is far from here, oh yeah

Bridge :
Low battery
Please recharge

Chorus (Booba) :
A punch in life’s face à la Badr Hari
My nigga, Paris is far except in a LaFerrari
A Kabyle’s forehead on Materazzi’s chest
My sperms has Mazerati motors
I’ve got nothing but purple euro bills for her
You’ll die if you lay your hands
If got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
I’ll never understand why they show off so much
Niggas like them die at the beginning of the movie
I’ve got a pissed off pirate at the other end of the phone
You’ll pass through the door à la Uncle Phil
Biatch, you’ll pass through the door à la Uncle Phil
I’m smuggling briefcases like in Libreville

2nd verse (Damso) :
My advice to you would be to take a shorter route
Amy Whinehouse’s nose knows what I’m talking about
Nasal septum in fire and blood
Dried up, pink like a Jambon de Parme
I knew about racism very early, in pre school
Valérie was scared of the dark, and she wasn’t talking about the light
Words are blades that sharpens hatred and anger
Freedom of speech is more effective than censorship
Humorist tracked down by the C.R.S, rapper gunned down in a car
Police brutality, text resisting to all crossings
Loyal like mother nature
In my coffin, they’ll sing “on est pas tout seul” from Gradur
My daughter, sometimes I would like to see your eyes
In order to see the world in the way that it’s not
Birth souvenirs in “nonante-deux”
“92” for all the french speakers who weren’t there
“In real life, unlike a game of chess
the game continues after a check-mate”, he would also say
I’m successful but still Paris is far from here, oh yeah