HUGO TSR – Autour de moi (English lyircs)

Intro :
They’re private. It’s just as if you had cut off one of their balls, and now, they’re jealous of my two balls, that’s that’s the situation

Unique verse :
There’s nothing but cowboys in my 18th, no indians or totems
The little kids are cooking for the crack heads, not to win at Top chief
Come over here, there’s nothing but missiles in the music player
I’m not waiting on any visits, if someone rings at 6 AM, it’s not the mailman
Take a look down in the cave, you don’t believe in ghosts but there’s a lot of them in the projects
In order to withdraw their money, they don’t want any credit cards, they want some C4
The little kids are straying away, nowadays it’s facebook and comic books
You can download an M16, when will we get electronic coke ?
Comical effect, check the scene out, there’s enough to write more than one demo tape
But I remain in the shadows, no light bulb over my head
As far as sound goes, I’m still working on my flow from 2004
I’ll spray you up, shit is like GTA on a mixing table
I’m way too fast, when I start to spit, I want my wholecar on line 10’s subway wagon
The TSR crew, it’s a war, I don’t give a fuck about Urban Peace
For the money, we’ll fuck you up if you don’t pay what you owe
There will be little pieces of him all over Paris, like a puzzle
I came without making noise, yet even the strongest of them got scared
It’s about to blow, my head is like the Montgomery Burns central
Too immature, we have a hard time opening up, you can get yourself killed for two grams
No nature, the only green plant around here ends up in the grinder
In the shallow waters, we’re full of doubts and cops chasing after us
My finger on the bar of hash, you wanna know why I don’t slow down when my eyes turn red ?
Too much anger, so much rage, bandage on bandage
Too many gendarmes, the plan B fucked up, I’m at plan H
U.G.O, I’m well hidden, you gotta be patient
As long as the security agent hasn’t entered yet
Nothing matters anymore, over bullshit, the projects end up getting divided
Broken lives, all those little shits wanna play around with fire arms
Absorb like sponges, some whisky ran under the bridges
It’s The dinner game, I’m not talking to myself, I’m talking to my glass that answers me
That we’re all trapped in the security vestibule, we’re making it out, no one is gonna finance us
Cold room, this is the legend, not the latest movies that’s in the theater

Outro :
If everyone is making trash, why should I join them ?
Always on the run, I do what I love, that’s enough to make you dribble
I’m not on their mixtapes, I’m in the jumpsuit, where’s my spaceship ?
(I’m not on their mixtapes, I’m in the jumpsuit, where’s my spaceship ?)
If everyone is making trash, why should I join them ?
Always on the run, I do what I love, that’s enough to make you dribble
I’m not on their mixtapes, I’m in the jumpsuit, where’s my spaceship ?
(I’m not on their mixtapes, I’m in the jumpsuit, where’s my spaceship ?)

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