GRADUR – Freestyle EnLéger #1 (English lyrics)

Chorus :
I always dreamed of leaving, but I fucked everything up
Feelings are like your income, you gotta declare everything
And I’m putting trap music on the side for the while, just for one track
Poverty is like a bomb that I would like to deactivate
I always dreamed of leaving, but I fucked everything up
Feelings are like your income, you gotta declare everything
And I’m putting trap music on the side for the while, just for one track
Poverty is like a bomb that I would like to deactivate

1st verse :
And today I’m chillin’, I’m leaving to the sea coast
I remember back when I barely had enough to afford a cigarette
Thank God, everything changed, yeah danger
On the road toward success, I’m accelerating pedal to the medal
The enemies are waiting for me around the corner, they’re gossiping like bitches
The school of golden records, yeah like IAM, demain c’est loin
And I thank my fans, when I’ll leave
The day of my funeral, a tear under the eye like Gucci Mane
I lost way too many homies, but I won’t say their names
Life isn’t a movie homie, I’m not Alain Delon
And the bills start to fall like leaves during fall
My hand on the heart, like Abbé Pierre I used to do alms
And the more successful I am, the more things go south
At every heart break my heart gets stronger
A thought for my mama because she makes my heart beat
The only one who can appease me, make me forget about my resentment

Chorus :
I always dreamed of leaving, but I fucked everything up
Feelings are like your income, you gotta declare everything
And I’m putting trap music on the side for the while, just for one track
Poverty is like a bomb that I would like to deactivate
I always dreamed of leaving, but I fucked everything up
Feelings are like your income, you gotta declare everything
And I’m putting trap music on the side for the while, just for one track
Poverty is like a bomb that I would like to deactivate

2nd verse :
I dreamed that I was rich and that I was counting my money
In a future so far away and my past was running away from me
Millions of CDs sold in the charts, beautiful light skin girl under my sheets
And I just couldn’t leave her, she was in my arms
I would pull up on the sea coast, yeah the future was ours
I loved her to death, we we’re cozy on a yatch
Love, a painting that made us change our surroundings
Sex turns us into beasts, we made love to each other like pigs
I remember the old tracks that I played, they were making fun of me
My success dazzled them, I can see them choking
Don’t compare me to all these trappers, I’m an artist
ReTweeting those who insult me is like satire to me
Little Polo Ralph Lauren, Versace belt
And my future gets brighter far from the army fatigue
Life is good, I’m on a Jet-ski
I don’t have time to fist fight, I leave that shit to Jet Li
And the pussy has my tongue like a cunnilingus, bitches on fire
I dream of gold, not of bronze, ask Stephen Curry
Yeah homie, the mixtape is on it’s way, it’s gonna drop
We sniffed it like that white shit, it’ll stay in your nostrils
And the pussy has my tongue like a cunnilingus, bitches on fire
I dream of gold, not of bronze, ask Stephen Curry
Yeah homie, the mixtape is on it’s way, it’s gonna drop
We sniffed it like that white shit, it’ll stay in your nostrils

Chorus :
I always dreamed of leaving, but I fucked everything up
Feelings are like your income, you gotta declare everything
And I’m putting trap music on the side for the while, just for one track
Poverty is like a bomb that I would like to deactivate
I always dreamed of leaving, but I fucked everything up
Feelings are like your income, you gotta declare everything
And I’m putting trap music on the side for the while, just for one track
Poverty is like a bomb that I would like to deactivate

Outro :
Don’t compare me to all these trappers, I’m an artist
ReTweeting those who insult me is like satire to me
Life is good, I’m on a Jet-ski
I don’t have time to fist fight, I leave that shit to Jet Li
Don’t compare me to all these trappers, I’m an artist
ReTweeting those who insult me is like satire to me
Life is good, I’m on a Jet-ski
I don’t have time to fist fight, I leave that shit to Jet Li