DAMSO – 🖖🏾(Saint Vulcain) (English lyrics)

Intro :
Feelin’ love, feelin’ love
Feelin’ love, still not sure, I have a girl
Feelin’ love, still notÔÇůsure,ÔÇů(ouais), I haveÔÇůa girl

1st verse :
I knocked on paradise’s door but it’s the devil that answered
Ass covered in blood, I came from the back in order to get ahead of things
A sailor’s knot in order to strongly tie the rope with which you’re gonna hang yourslef
A lot of money but no talent, it’s only your image that is being sold
Toplines are being sold to some big rappers, I know it, stop acting like it’s not true
I’m always at war, a vertical Glock, the shape of my continent
Have I seen God ? I admit, not yet, but I keep praying
Millionaires but only in advances, they don’t know how they’re gonna repay
A big sweep kick, knee to the floor in order for you to submit
Your watch is less expensive, no gold or diamonds, the same weight as my bracelet
Everything has a price, even becoming a father, it’s called a pension
I’m still alive, mom, it was your time so I had to kill some time

Pre chorus (X2) :
Eh, the life of a bandit, the long sentences and the cries, scared mothers

Chorus (X2) :
That’s not my life, that’s not mines
Why do they always want me to fuck shit up ?
Yeah

2nd verse :
Fuck your cardio, homie, if I beat you down, it won’t last long
Jab, upercut, if you keep dodging, the Glock will be on my side
I love it when I’m hanging out, when I meet up my ride or die homies that talk to me as if it was yesterday
I love it when I bleed because it’s through my wounds that all the light shines through
I don’t have time, no time, I’m no longer in the street, the little kids are slanging
A coked out bitch on a line, snorting coke with a straw, urban struggle
Fake niggas lack hygien, always chilling at thhe train station, the bayliffs at noon
My mom is proud, nowadays, the notaries take selfies with me, I open SP without doing any credit
Nowadays the notaries take selfies with me, nowadays, the bourgmestres take selfies with me
But where were they when I wanted a visa ? Ah, yeah
I probably believed them without believing in them, rolling blunts in the audience
Black hourglass, of despair, in memories, from the train station to glory

Pre chorus (X2) :
Eh, the life of a bandit, the long sentences and the cries, scared mothers

Chorus (X2) :
That’s not my life, that’s not mines
Why do they always want me to fuck shit up ?
Scared mothers

Outro :
Feelin’ love, still not sure, I have a girl
Feelin’ love, still not sure, I have a girl

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