DJADJA & DINAZ Possédé English lyrics

Pre chorus :
Mom keeps telling me to be careful around my homies
Dad keeps telling me “respect isn’t only about what you have in the pockets”
And me, I keep telling myself to never give up
We’ll make it if there’s nothing but brave guys in the team

Chorus (2X) :
You would think that we’re possessed
Doing dirt, money in the head
Eh homie, we won’t give in
I’m not well, I get angry when I’m wasted

1st verse :
And my Bella tells me that I’m handsome when I leave the house in French Haute-couture
And they’ll say that I’m fake but they all know, that when I talk it makes sense
You’re gonna regret it, yeah, you’re acting funny
We’re interested in the money so do your thing
There’s nothing to celebrate, yeah, sometimes, I’m elsewhere
Sometimes, I’m else where

Chorus (2X) :
You would think that we’re possessed
Doing dirt, money in the head
Eh homie, we won’t give in
I’m not well, I get angry when I’m wasted

2nd verse :
It goes “clic clic pow”, don’t start to panic
I just got back from the old country, My father’s house back there will be sweet
They do the whole projects, I see them like a bunch of escorts at the hotel
I have principles even if you see alcohol in my cocktail
Weed quantity, it ends up on “Le Parisien”
Come see where I live, we’re evil but we look kind
We only have one word when we speak, there’s nothing left in the back of our minds
Spraying them up is mandatory to avoid them from talking
Borders, you go through the customs, it’s smells of marijuana
That’s some good quality salad, strong like Mohammed Salah’s strike
The end of the story is sour, you get sentenced to ten years in court
You think back on your kids, you feel like killing them all