DTF – Dans mon nuage (English lyrics)

1st verse (RKM) :
Yeah, yeah, yeah, life is hard, I console myself with a joint of weed
Need to get some air, to breath, I’m like a madman, ready to start shooting, so I sing about the misery, the misery, the misery
Mama, I don’t have a choice, your son will sell drugs in the projects, projects, projects
I repeat, I don’t have a choice, I have to fill the fridge, so empty the safe, the safe, the safe
I know that I’ll have to pay for my sins, so I count the time that I have left
May god forgive me, I only wanted to survive trough the failure
Oh Manny, I want the world, not Gina
To start off from nothing, like Riina
Toto, yeah homie
I want the dream life, but hey, that’s not mines
I rather the old days back when I was like a lion in the arena
Homie, no I don’t dream my life, I live my dreams

Chorus (RKM & RTI)
I admit, I like this life, but it’s not mines
Homie, while laying down on my bed
I think back on the worries
I admit, things are shitty-shitty-shitty
People are jealous of me, they envy me
They’re boycotting me, I’m getting away from all this
Wallah, I don’t understand woo-ooh X2

2nd verse (RTI) :
I’m in my cloud, I’m smoking my joint
I’m irritated, yeah it helps ease things (yeah, yeah)
The worries, my brother, are mean muggin me
Life is less pretty if you take off her make up
The street is a traitor, I saw it’s true face
Ho fam’, I’m going crazy, crazy
If you get close, it’ll go bang bang
Blowing up, we’re trying to
Tell them Abou Debeing-being
I’m doing my thing, a little high
Smart like a fox, we’ve got flare
Wassup ghetto, how are things ?
Shout out to you, stay strong, bro
Everything for the money, that’s often the case
I don’t give a fuck, homie, we’re running after it, bro
Those were the good old days, we would lurk around, we liked to rob
I can hear a music blasting, DTF, in the cabriolet
I listen to my pen speak to me, tell me “Samir, you have to work”
I know some crazy people in my town, I’m strapped up under my pillow

Chorus (RKM & RTI) X2
I admit, I like this life, but it’s not mines
Homie, while laying down on my bed
I think back on the worries
I admit, things are shitty-shitty-shitty
People are jealous of me, they envy me
They’re boycotting me, I’m getting away from all this
Wallah, I don’t understand woo-ooh X2