Oby One – Descente (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Very little love in our glasses
Poured for our families, for the mother
One day we’ll be brothers, tomorrow we’ll act like we’re too proud
For a woman, we can end up shooting at each other
We were forged solo under the big brother’s advises
It won’t just be “Oh you’re a bitch”
Come see me six feet under ground
I don’t believe in hell
How many of them would ditch you for a pussy ?
Their memory is as long as a snapchat
One day we’ll go rapapa at each other, the other we’ll shake hands
(pada, pada)
30 milions friends smells just like Iblis
For a million euros they’re prostituting their selves, put on your Qamis
He would be willing to give up his kidney for your son
You would be willing to chase down his girlfriend in front of Hotel Ibis

Don’t come unload your bag to us (yeah)
Then we make money
I don’t trust no one because a lot of them bullshit me
Pada, pada, pada
Double O only answer to the archery
You’re losing your head like the father of the Stark family
I’m in the cousin’s garage, AMG on the parc
Pada, pada, pada
Young fool
Laziness makes us slow
La fume dans le flanc (??)
The whole team in tracksuits
We chill out on the bench
A team of immigrants
Red and white flag
Blacks, Turks and Arabs in my clan
Don’t frown you’re looking like Laurent Blanc
I said too much after my first word
The angels will guide you after the first dead

Chorus :
We’re getting older, we kill ourselves in order to catch up to time
To live on the sea coast or to die in the pond
Ohhh
Paradise at your feet
Do you hear me ?
I’m calling in the void, I can only hear Satan
Nah
Sheitan on conference call, our souls towards the downfall
How to climb it, I only know the bottom of the hill
Grew up without a mother in the big league
My mother left in silence
Look, your son wants to be an artist

2nd verse :
My souvenirs are taking me hostage
Telling me to make history
I’m collecting the fragments of my heart that are lost in the darkness
I poor my anger out on a ziplock
And I think back on all the nights
All those moments when mama was crying tears of blood
There’s no more time to waste, leave me make music
Don’t come around here begging for friendship
When the fiends were biting the fish hook
Homie, you only collected sins
Bad boy didn’t use to learn his lessons
He used to wear holey sneakers
No one gave a fuck about him
Because in his pockets, there wasn’t a cent
Yeah, in this hypocrite world, they love you only for your money
Honey, don’t ask to marry me if it’s only to cut my arm off
Young lady searching for Aladdin
She doesn’t want to hear talk about the young pada anymore
I have to put the flour on the bread board
I’m not talking about your ass, no, I have to fill the bread up
I’ll give my life for the one who breastfed me
One finger for the one that ends up under your sheet
I already loved some stingy people
I had nada, they stole everything from me
I came a long way
On the macadam, there’s only traces left
Our lives doesn’t add up to much
No more state of mind
We hustle for the government
I want the aerial view
Nothing to sell
Ta dame fasse les dessous de table (??)

Chorus :
We’re getting older, we kill ourselves in order to catch up to time
To live on the sea coast or to die in the pond
Paradise at your feet
Do you hear me ?
I’m calling in the void, I can only hear Satan
Sheitan on conference call, our souls towards the downfall
How to climb it, I only know the bottom of the hill
Grew up without a mother in the big league
My mother left in silence
Look, your son wants to be an artist

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