Lacrim – Pocket Coffee (English lyrics)

1rst verse :
I dream of tranquility, of millions of dollars
I just left the slammers, tomorrow morning I would like to get sucked in a sauna
I’m a man should it be said, I can do all kind of crazy stuff to you
You might have sold some records, because daddy wasn’t there
What are you going to teach me about life ? I’m part of the old backpackers
60 days before the euro arrived, I already had 10k of these yellow bills
Never knew puberty, at 11 years old I was taking big tokes
At 17 I almost made a million, the judge deprived me of my freedom
Already weaned since birth, we make love with death
I would love to penetrate France’s ass
It’s only a matter of pride
I only regret doing what I did for one reason :
Because my mother cried
I don’t give a shit
It’s not my fault that you do your job at the bank in fear
You dreamed about having a big boat ? you didn’t even get a small one
My mother said to me : you made all these millions only to throw them out the window
There’s only a few guy like me in the rap game, but in the projects there’s a thousand
If you make more money than the cops they’re gonna try to humiliate you

Chorus :
I’ve been to Marbella, the Dominican Republic, the favelas
I was taking kilos of that pure shit from them, you were never around
Bro you know the motto : if Lacrim is in your car then the speed indicator is showing at least 210 km/h

2nd verse :
I’m drunk, I’m thinking back on my brothers that I left behind in the prison yard
They’re starving and they’ve probably got a lot of people to kill
A lot of people to kill, we don’t want to be admired
We’re not in a movie, like “Omar ma tuer”
About fifty rents, that’s the price to pay to get someone smoked
I’ve got an alibi, I’m clean
I can go back to slang in peace, I swear on my son’s head
Whenever I go to the Luis Vuitton store, it’s for him, not for the bitches
I might even buy him some mink, thinking of him gives me the chills
Him in my arms, a gun on me, what kind of life are we forced to live ?
Look at the system, what good is it to you ?
Fill up the bag with money or else I’ll fuck you up
I was raised in the sewer, I’ve got a suit at the palace
You seem familiar, doesn’t your mother work at the Dallas ?
Some ammo for the FAMAS, we’re loaded with them from here all the way to Damas
But right now, I’m on the islands drinking some Pineapple Rum

Chorus : 

I’ve been to Marbella, the Dominican Republic, the favelas
I was taking kilos of that pure shit from them, you were never around
Bro you know the motto : if Lacrim is in your car then the speed indicator is showing at least 210 km/h

Outro :
We don’t know how to fist fight (x2)
We’d rather light your ass up (x3)

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Love it, waited some time for this :3