Naps – Marseille City (English lyrics)

1st verse :
Call me back homie, I’m wasted
I’m not feeling well, I can’t stop thinking
You’re heading down a bad path, with the tiercé
I’m about to (??), my lips are chapped
I met my girl in town, I proposed to offer her a little snack
I told her “talk to me about your life, tell me what’s wrong”
Ok I’m listening to an old classic, it made me nostalgic
Pass me the blunt wrap and the cig’, the vodka in the Volvic bottle

Chorus :
I’m at Marseille city, we’re splitting things fifty-fifty
Send me a selfie, is that girl single ?
We’re having a toast we’re doing “chin chin”, ???
I’ll soon get me the jean jacket, we’re about to talk numbers
There’s some weed, some hash in the bag
There’s noise on the line, can you hear it ? Hang up homie
I believe in God, in our people, so I’m hanging on tight
Look at me in the eyes, don’t look at my pockets
Look at me in the eyes, I lost some loved ones
I believe in God, in our people, so I hang on tight
There’s noise on the line, can you hear it ? Hang up homie
There’s some weed, some hash in the bag

2nd verse :
I’m writing on the city’s plan, on a touchscreen
With a big (??) Marseille is fantastic
I’m killing me a Fanta, we don’t smoke the plastic
She’s acting like a Latina bombshell, she doesn’t have the body
They arrested the black guy, I wasn’t expecting that
And those bastards came dressed up wearing Djellabas
What’s wrong with your girl ? She just keeps sending me signals
13eme Art, yeah, it’s like a factory, no need for us to remind you that

Chorus :
I’m at Marseille city, we’re splitting things fifty-fifty
Send me a selfie, is that girl single ?
We’re having a toast we’re doing “chin chin”, ???
I’ll soon get me the jean jacket, we’re about to talk numbers
There’s some weed, some hash in the bag
There’s noise on the line, can you hear it ? Hang up homie
I believe in God, in our people, so I’m hanging on tight
Look at me in the eyes, don’t look at my pockets
Look at me in the eyes, I lost some loved ones
I believe in God, in our people, so I hang on tight
There’s noise on the line, can you hear it ? Hang up homie
There’s some weed, some hash in the bag