D.T.F – Comme tu veux (English lyrics)

1rst verse (Rti) :
I’m tipsy, tipsy, in my spaceship
And I’m riding, riding around, and I can’t stop complaining
Because I feel like vomiting, vomiting, I’m not well
I’m out of this world, out of this world, far from earth
To all the brothers who can recognize each other, all we needed was one look
And we would understand each other, life is hard, you need to hang in there
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Around us, there’s a lot of worries, it gets hard to close your eyes at night
All the worries keep the streets alive if you ever get bored
Hey miss, you’re hot, yeah you’re popular, come on a date with my homie, we’ll holla at you
She’s a fashionista, always fashionable, I’ll come check you out
With my Lacoste tracksuit, yeah, we would hustle hard for money
Tell me who’s the real go getter, and when I think back on the old days
Tell me who was the one that always stood up for his words, I’m here wondering, I’m thinking about the future
I have trouble saying “I love you”, the routine just keeps getting worse and worse

Chorus (Rkm et Rti) :
Yeah I don’t give a shit
I’m sitting all alone at my table
In the company of my glass of Jack
This bitch is checking me out, checking me out, checking me out
Yeah I don’t give a shit
I’m sitting all alone at my table
In the company of my glass of Jack
This bitch is checking me out, checking me out, checking me out

Sheitana, we’ll both get drunk you and I
Sheitana, I’m trippin my loca…
Sheitana, we’ll both get drunk you and I
Sheitana, I’m trippin my guapa…

2nd verse (Rkm) :
Yeah, things change, I do my dirt on the low
Tell me sucker, why the hell are you jealous of me ? Is it because I’m making money, money
Oh yeah, that drives you crazy hein ?
I’m far from being a star, I’m posted up in the dope spot, vida loca
I dare you to try me, my guapa
I’m rolling me up a blunt, I’m getting away from all of these earthlings
Ivry 9-4 you recognized it, hein
Bitch, bitch, bitch, I don’t have any time, time, business is calling
This is the misery, this is the street, street, street
Bust a couple dance moves, moves, with a blunt in your mouth
I’m stepping in I’m totally wasted, I’m tipsy, coming through, coming through
Fuck fuck the bouncer, if he tries to act crazy we’ll pistol whip him, pistol whip him
Hola, qué tal ? Check my guapa Mathieu on the table mhh que pasa
I put all of my worries to the left, I’m high as fuck
I’m rolling me up a blunt in order to take off, que pasa
Qué tal my guapa, I’m smoking, smoking
I’m getting away from all of these bastards

Chorus (Rkm et Rti) :
Yeah I don’t give a shit
I’m sitting all alone at my table
In the company of my glass of Jack
This bitch is checking me out, checking me out, checking me out
Yeah I don’t give a shit
I’m sitting all alone at my table
In the company of my glass of Jack
This bitch is checking me out, checking me out, checking me out

Sheitana, we’ll both get drunk you and I
Sheitana, I’m trippin my loca…
Sheitana, we’ll both get drunk you and I
Sheitana, I’m trippin my guapa…