Maître Gims – J’me tire (English lyrics)

Chorus :
I’m getting out of here, don’t ask me why I left for no reason
Sometimes I can feel my hearth turning cold
It’s sad to say but nothing saddens me any more
Just let me get away far from here
To keep smilling, I would tell myself that it could be worse
If that’s the way it is then fuck being an artist
I know it seems cliché to say that we’re being picked on
But I’ll say it just because it rhymes

Bridge :
I’m leaving for a place where I won’t be the suspect
Then I’ll change name like Cassius Clay
A place where I wouldn’t have to grab the mic’
A place where no one gives a shit about my life

Chorus :
I’m getting out of here, don’t ask me why I left for no reason
Sometimes I can feel my hearth turning cold
It’s sad to say but nothing saddens me any more
Let me get away far from here
To keep smilling, I would tell myself that it could be worse
If that’s the way it is then fuck being an artist
I know it seems cliché to say that we’re being picked on
But I’ll say it just because it rhymes

1rst Verse :
If I stay around, people will probably avoid me like the plague
Your interviews gave me too much headaches
The truth is I hate myself
I have to preserve what I have left
And all those people asking for my phone number
Go and tell them that I’m not their role model
Thanks to those who say “Meu-gui we love you”
Despite your ebonic color

Bridge :
I’m leaving for a place where I won’t be the suspect
Then I’ll change name like Cassius Clay
A place where I wouldn’t have to grab the mic’
A place where no one gives a shit about my life

Chorus :
I’m getting out of here, don’t ask me why I left for no reason
Sometimes I can feel my hearth turning cold
It’s sad to say but nothing saddens me any more
Let me get away far from here
To keep smilling, I would tell myself that it could be worse
If that’s the way it is then fuck being an artist
I know it seems cliché to say that we’re being picked on
But I’ll say it just because it rhymes

Outro :
I left without bullshitting, without asking myself
“What will I become ?”
Stop ! No more thinking, Meu-gui
Stop ! No more thinking, do it !
I left without bullshitting, without asking myself
“What will I become ?”
Stop ! No more thinking, Meu-gui
Stop ! No more thinking, do it !

Chorus :
I’m getting out of here, don’t ask me why I left for no reason
Sometimes I can feel my hearth turning cold
It’s sad to say but nothing saddens me any more
Let me get away far from here
To keep smilling, I would tell myself that it could be worse
If that’s the way it is then fuck being an artist
I know it seems cliché to say that we’re being picked on
But I’ll say it just because it rhymes

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4 Comments

  1. Thanks for this translation. The best one out there and it even rhymes somewhat in English. Great work!

  2. Best translation I’ve come across so far,, great work

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