Hugo TSR – Là Haut (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Around here people kill each other for one cent
In front of insensible rich people
From the murders to the infantile beefs
The place gets empty when comes summer
They break bottles and fire hydrants
The toddlers grow up, soon refer to themselves as big bandits
Crooks, they draw weapons, but they’ll get busted quickly
Since September 11, ils font que des bat’ couleur gratte-ciel (??)
As far as the market goes, you can find some good quality hash between the plums and the watermelons
I never surrendered, I’m resisting this world of stretched flows
18th wonder of the world, don’t look for the hanging gardens any longer
This isn’t street-art, my only luggage on the roof of a car
On a rooftop, I’m in my thirties, but I’ve still got a raw voice
Be careful where you walk, the cops are probably spying on you
You’ll get a drive-by just for living on the other side of the railroads
Look at the faces, it turns my stomach, broken, panned
I was rolling me up a joint, I needed a theme, but I’ve only got a view on the Sacré-Coeur
People are vomiting, sleeping, no loopings, the routine
I’m coming right away, in the main time, I’m sleeping at 3 stations from where I live

Chorus :
I’m heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they’re like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I’m going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky
I’m heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they’re like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I’m going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky

2nd verse :
In case of any trouble, you’ll cover me
But who will be there ? I’ve got a few doubts
I’ll be back around the time when the inspector goes to bed
Big earthquake, if you’re nervous you’ll get to know the binz (??)
One stone will be enough, no need for Castafiore
In order for the windows to break
Summer 2015, on the butte, it’s better than Ibiza
Weird cocktail, we mix Vodka and bissap
Around here, people are fascinated with touch-screens
The analgesics of big traffickings
Don’t mistake dirty money with easy money
Monotonous life, I’m near the dope spot, call me Domovoï
Why do our kids steal ? go from school, to handling Molotow squeezers ?
We’re being filmed like Truman, the streets look like corridors
Night owls under hoodies, DAVAJ DAVAJ KURWA !
I’ll remain true to rap, because it stays there, even when I loose faith
At night, I wreck my voice on beats that we’re ten to own
Even absent, I’m in my building
Victorious without fighting
I’ve got to drop bombs, I wrote my name on all the benches of Montmartre

Chorus :
I’m heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they’re like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I’m going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky
I’m heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they’re like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I’m going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky

3rd verse :
They’re all crazy, blunt smell on the CV
Gritted teeth, on the palm of my hands, that’s not henna
My drugs are exposed when my front zipper is open
I put my bar of hash under the glass in order to avoid scratching the table
They added a new terminal, but we’re still the same
Spray over the wagon in seven minutes we don’t need any MD 10
Crack factory, Ile-de-France is like Alcatraz
Skimpy lives, everything is rigged, you can even lose with 4 aces
I’m heading up there, on the butte, in order to look at Paris
Crook’s paradise, you can see vicious things from the forecourt to the parking lot
There’s nothing but asphalt, it’s unhealthy, even without a bunch of curse words
NASA fraudster : a clandestine in an space suit

Chorus :
I’m heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they’re like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I’m going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky
I’m heading up there, on the butte, in order to watch the town
Another gargoyle, the streets are crazy, they’re like rapids
For all the brothers that are lost, not here to over do it
To all those who abuse, I’m going up on the butte, in order to get closer to the sky

Outro :
TSR Crew

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