DTF – Comme un fou (English lyrics)

Intro (RKM) :
They think life’s a peach, but who was there ?

1st verse (Rti) :
All it took was one word and I understood what was going on
Everything that you aquire, one day you’ll loose it
As far as women are concerned, I envy my mother’s era
We know that we’re going to die and we wonder if we should slang
You thought of him as a friend, he’s maybe the one that is talking shit behind your back
He knows your qualities, your weaknesses, your biggest flaws
And time passes fast, I’m already 24 years old
Things are shitty, I need money
I’m pissed, I’m burning, motherfucker
I want to reach the top, but once up there, I want to keep on going up
We always want more, a big euro bill is approaching
I’m raising my glass to your health
They’re acting like thugs, homie, they’re clowns
They’re disgusted, too bad, I make them turn green like Piccolo
They’re crazy, like comparing water to alcohol
Allô le monde, the album is coming, I worked hard (hard hard lalala)

Chorus (RKM) (x2) :
They think life’s a peach, the buzz is there, it’s all cool
But who was there back when I was turning in circles like a madman ?
I would like to fuck all of them doggystyle
No one scares me except god
Actually, more victories than defeats
I repeat, I repeat

2nd verse (RKM) :
Homie, I’m in the building’s hallway while my clip is being played on TV
Back then I wasn’t nothing, today, I can see my face in their profile pictures
I want the world, get the jealous ones naked, fuck the faggots
We’ll keep going until the end, I want money to call me “baby”
I asked how to go to heaven, they showed me hell
I’m lost in the fog, I don’t know how to manage anymore
The more sons of bitches that I see, homie, the more I turn in on myself
I’ll keep going until death in order to make my mother proud
Attracted to cash, money makes the man
I don’t have a choice, my pockets are empty, so homie, I carry my balls
A chair down stairs of the building, yeah, your father looks at me weird
Things are tough, this is the street, no more hope, things are getting out of hand
Lift your arm, lift your T-Max, accelerate
I don’t know how to wheel, so I kill it in a SLR
You want me onstage, don’t hurt your head, pull out the cash
There’s no homies when it comes to money, they’re spraying like Toto Riina
I’m improvising, I’m more into Veuve Clicquot than Ruinart
From staring at the sky too much, I got attracted to the stars
Big shout out to Ghetto, Inch’Allah soon free (mmmhhh)
I’m high, I don’t know what to think anymore
Between good and evil, homie, I don’t know what to do anymore

Chorus (RKM) (x2) :
They think life’s a peach, the buzz is there, it’s all cool
But who was there back when I was turning in circles like a madman ?
I would like to fuck all of them doggystyle
No one scares me except god
Actually, more victories than defeats
I repeat, I repeat

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