DTF – La chanson (English lyrics)


Chorus :
The song of all those that are struggling, the song of all those that are in the misery
The song of all those that have nothing, the song of all the guys from the projects
Hmmm, slangin, smoking (woop, woop, woop)
-Hey, excuse, do you have something to smoke please ?
-Wait hold on
Hmmm the routine is killing me, the routine is killing me, I would like to fly away
My feet on the concrete in lack of money, I can’t stop complaining
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

1st verse (RKM) :
I’m pissed off off off off off
Posted up in the building’s hallway, hallway, hallway, hallway, hallway
Homie, I’m going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
For the fam’ I need money, money, money, money, money
The throne is tailing me, the crown is attracting me
Posted up on a caddie, the weather is ugly, I smoke a joint, the anti crime brigade is coming
Leave me alone in my folly, I’m going away for la vida, bella, or else I’ll break my phone
Que pasa ma loca ? You’re crying but tell me who remembers ?
Back when I was in the dark, black cat in the ghetto
[?]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I just keep turning in circles
There’s no snitches around here, homie, back where I’m from there’s only real guys
In the pockets not a cent, we dream of doing the turn of the world

Brodge (RTI) :
My head head head is hurting, yeah
The neighborhood liars tire us, tire us, that’s it
I’m in the car, it’s cold cold
I turn on the radiator a little bit and bye, bye
I’m doing the turn of the zone, an empty stomach, I’m thinking on having diner
We’re making money, we’re getting things done, holes in ours pockets, I’m thinking on slangin

Chorus :
The song of all those that are struggling, the song of all those that are in the misery
The song of all those that have nothing, the song of all the guys from the projects
Hmmm, slangin, smoking (woop, woop, woop)
-Yeah, excuse me, I’ve been waiting for more than five minutes now
-Just wait two minutes, the homie is coming, he’s coming
Hmmm the routine is killing me, the routine is killing me, I would like to fly away
My feet on the concrete in lack of money, I can’t stop complaining
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

2nd verse (RTI) :
In this business, what’s more common than having vice ?
The goal is the same, making necessary money
Wait on the fiends, tell me if he’s been served
I come trough in silence, too many guys tell lies
I want euro bills, I want to stack, stack
No feelings, I want to see them cry
I’m showing my fangs, I want to see them dance
We’re living in a dishonest world, your brother can be a traitor
I would like for time to stop because (??)
He’ll leave you in deep shit, my brother
You make it out on your own, so fuck it
I’m in my building’s hallway like a fish in it’s aquarium
I’m turning in circles, while the police is doing man hunts
You loved him, you cheated on him, too bad, you acted stupid
For the money and the bling bling, you acted like a slut
I arrive and I attack right away without any foreplay
I remain the same person that have been causing trouble since pre school
I hanged out down stairs, the motto : always keep your mouth shut
One day things were tough, tomorrow we’ll be happier

Bridge (RKM) :
A hat on the head, we’re smoking ourselves up
Slanting eyes, a blunt in the mouth, we’re in the projects
Hunger in our backpacks
Homie, I smoke in order to avoid my problems

Chorus :
The song of all those that are struggling, the song of all those that are in the misery
The song of all those that have nothing, the song of all the guys from the projects
Hmmm, slangin, smoking (woop, woop, woop)
-Hey were’s the homie ?
-He’ve been waiting for 4 hours, he’s waiting on you, bro
-No way
-Yeah
Hmmm the routine is killing me, the routine is killing me, I would like to fly away
My feet on the concrete in lack of money, I can’t stop complaining
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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