GUIZMO – Dans 10 ans (English lyrics)

Intro :
Zone Sensible
Yonea Willy, Willy Yonea
Woop

1st verse :
My mom will bury me at 31 years old
Because I fucked up my liver, my pancreas
Get out your ziplock, let’s roll one up
We’re handsome, we’re young, we’re not realizing that
Things will get hard the day they legalize weed
But for the time being, I don’t give a fuck, I’m only twenty one years old
Some joints and some money, at the bois de Vincennes, I’m about to get my dick sucked
And I’ll go drink in order to drown my sorrow
Mama don’t blame yourself, you raised your kid well
But I feel alone and the world is cold, it’s icy
So I’m part of those who speak up and make choices
So yeah, I chose to take drugs
A dirty look, woken up early, tired, the subway
Whole nights spent thinking in the void
Feeling my liver start to shrink in my stomach
Yeah, I get drunk, on the low
It will probably be too late the day I decide to stop in 10 years

Chorus :
We told our self that we would quit everything in 10 years
Weed, alcohol and hash’
We’ll meet again when we’ll be 30
In a sinister bar or in the street
We told our self that we would quit everything in 10 years
Weed, alcohol and hash’
We’ll meet again when we’ll be 30
In a sinister bar or in the street

Bridge :
And our parents cry rivers
From having to visit their sons in the prison visiting room or at the cemetery
Yeah, our parents cry rivers
From having to visit their sons in the prison visiting room or at the cemetery

2nd verse :
Yeah, it’ll probably be too late with an ulcer and pierced lungs
My adulteries and my millions of sins
And there’s all those crazy people, coke is in style
I’m seeing that I’m no longer hot so I’ll go drug myself to death
Because if I quit in ten years, I’ll accumulate gabbling debts
I’ll start hanging around bums and bandits
No more Guizmo with all his groupies and his fans
From drinking all the bottles down, I started something irremediable
I would have started showing off, dump my girlfriend for a whore that is only passing through
Insomniac, zombie, I forgot what it felt like to sleep
I turned my back on all my homies, let me explain things to you
Solitude is so charming from a fix of heroin
21 years old, that’s way too early to kick the bucket
We pretend to love our lives, in reality we want the to change
I’ll go find my street, I’ll slang my bags in silence
If I quit everything in ten years from now

Chorus :
We told our self that we would quit everything in 10 years
Weed, alcohol and hash’
We’ll meet again when we’ll be 30
In a sinister bar or in the street
We told our self that we would quit everything in 10 years
Weed, alcohol and hash’
We’ll meet again when we’ll be 30
In a sinister bar or in the street

3rd verse :
I’ll fuck up my career, Willy is gonna kick me off the label
Lost, I’ll go get high with the brothers from the cartel
And hash’ won’t have anymore effects on me
It won’t be enough, completely destroyed
I can see myself taking a toke on a blunt roach
I can see myself stealing from my mother, lying to her
Like “give me some money, one last dose and I’ll make it out”
If I quit in ten years, I’ll forget what my father told me
From my career to the verbatim
I’ll cause my own downfall once fallen into the trap
I’ll appreciate the snow when my homies will offer me the sledge
Zoning out too much can kill you, and a decade goes too fast
I’m thinking, I don’t have any logic, depressive and alcoholic
And I’m writing down all kind of madness
Even if I quit
I would have rather that they say about me : “Shit, he got smoked”
I can sense a growing uneasiness
That’s how I’ll end up if I quit on ten years from now

Chorus :
We told our self that we would quit everything in 10 years
Weed, alcohol and hash’
We’ll meet again when we’ll be 30
In a sinister bar or in the street
We told our self that we would quit everything in 10 years
Weed, alcohol and hash’
We’ll meet again when we’ll be 30
In a sinister bar or in the street

Bridge :
And our parents cry rivers
From having to visit their sons in the prison visiting room or at the cemetery
Yeah, our parents cry rivers
From having to visit their sons in the prison visiting room or at the cemetery

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