MRC – Territoire (English lyrics)

[Refrain]
We have to make money from the coils
My enemies I’ve cleared out of the territory
We’ve got to make some coils, we’ve got to make some coils
Only the mif sets foot on my territory
And look at how much I hurt you don’t know
I’m thinking about my life in the third ward
How much I hurt you don’t know

[Verse 1]
Take your hand off me I’m doing it on my own
You see me at ease I know you’ve got the shakes
It’s too late I’ve got a black heart
I’ve got memories that hurt me
I know who you are
We loved each other, we avoided each other
Talk to me sorrel little bastard
There is no love at the bottom of the beats
The night I’m looking for my sun
I’m so jinxed
I don’t have someil
I want to do some damage, it’s the only thing that pays off
I don’t want to be in this world, would I be in heaven
Everything’s going wrong in my life
When everything’s going good I want to be disgusted
Khey all my plans have failed
I’ve been doing it all night long in the third ward
It’s all shit, you wanna make money
I’ve been told to enjoy your life, you’ve only got one
I don’t give a fuck
I’m thinking about tomorrow
I’m preparing my death
I’ve only got one
You’ll take nothing with you
I’m not sure what to do
I’m tired of life
I just want to see the mif in peace
I’m not sure what to do, I’m not sure what to do, I’m not sure what to do

[Refrain]
I’ve got to make some money from the coils
My enemies I’ve cleared out of the territory
I’ve got to do some coiled up pennies, I’ve got to do some coiled up pennies
Only the mif sets foot on my territory
And look at how much I hurt you don’t know
I’m thinking about my life in the third ward
I’ve got a lot of pain you don’t know about

[Verse 2]
I dream of a villa in Malaga
I hate them since the sandbox
Who’s gonna love me with nothing in my hands
The dirty money flowing under my hands
But who’s gonna want a fool like me
Even if you’re gone you’re mine alone
Don’t be fooled by love
I could forget you for love
I’m not a man, I’m a mug, I’m a mug
I’ve not changed I’m not like them
I wanted to pick my pockets
I wanted to make sums
I’ll give your blaze those who gave me
Too many who let me down
Big I’m out of here
I made it on my own
You tell me who you are
When you’re down, who’s up
When I’m down, who’s up
I don’t want to be pierced I’m beating my back
I want to see the mif make its way
I’ve been in love with you for a long time
I’d rather have it in my purse
With us, the little ones do harm
Angels have become sheitanes
I’ve got to get out of here and do some dirty work

[Refrain]
We gotta make some money from the coils
My enemies I’ve cleared out of the territory
We gotta make some money from the coils
I’ve got to get out of here, I’ve got to get out of here, I’ve got to get out of here
I’ve got to do some coiled up pennies, I’ve got to do some coiled up pennies
My enemies I’ve cleared out of my territory
I’ve got to make some money from the coils
Only the mif that sets foot on my territory
And look at how much I hurt you don’t know
I’m thinking about my life in the third ward
How much I hurt you don’t know

MRC – Territoire (English lyrics)