PNL – Humain (English lyrics)


1rst verse (Ademo) :
Actually, the thing is that I’m more of a ‘fuck the world’ kind of person
I’m having nightmares, yeah mama, the angels are far from my sleep
Actually, the thing is that I have to kill my monster
Yeah, I’m here, I’m walking around in this shitty ass surrounding
Jackal, stop trying to act nice, we know each other, chh
Waza, every day we run after the money, hein
Hosa, you would like to steal the profits from us,
Wallah, we’ve never been dishonest, what ?
Are you okay ? Yeah, I’m okay, hamdullah, determined
I can see all these sons of bitches that would love to exterminate me
Rah, to life, to death, to the green mile, oh
You’re on the floor, fuck your mother, fuck your stretcher
You rise, they dick ride you, you crash, they tell you to go fuck your mother
I’m on Neptune with my pen, and I’m smoking, I’m high as fuck
My teeth are scrapping the floor, I don’t know about any A, B, C’s, I don’t give a fuck about music
Rivaldo, Denilson, 91, Essonne, the Simbas are getting by
I’m raising the level, MC faggot, lick my dick
You know what these girls want, to see the balls of he who has the money
Play some Adé, play some Ladiff, the jungle in your car
You try to act like a big shot, ounga, ounga, ounga, in your grease

Chorus (Ademo) :
I can’t lie to them, I’ve been destroyed for a long time
I must not think about the past, or else rah, or else rah
At 25 years old, I thought I would be a Millionaire
But hey, rah, but hey, rah
I’m in a hypocrite world, kryptonite down stairs, I know
I play you a track, you already know, your head touches the floor
Nah I don’t stay around much anymore, I’m polite
I don’t talk much any more, I go back out, I slang
A heart of ice, no kidding, me I’m not, I’m not in the mood

2nd verse (N.O.S.) :
I’m diving my head in the fucking profits
I can feel it, don’t tell me that it has no scent
She tells me “spew everything out on my lips
Everything on my lips, everything on my heart”
I wanted to give them love but they rather us to fuck them up
I start making musica, one more homie that starts smoking green
I don’t listen to their raps and their fucking lies on green background
I’m QLF like the chica, like all of my little brothers
Fore-arms swollen, nah I didn’t start back slangin
We loosen up our belt, the banker checks the size of my waist
I think that they’re not human
Or maybe it’s me that isn’t human
An empty heart, dressed in Plein
Gucci for my dogo argentino
Opening, ah dude-dude, we slip in quickly
Fuck them, they’ll close back the door on my dick
I’ve got my father’s canine teeth’s inspiration
I’m at home like the guns at the appartment
Lala, I can see myself over there
I want the world, I want my share
She likes no one except for her kids
Some anger, a little more than before
More in it for the money than passionate, I can hear pénave (??) ringing
I’m going out to hustle

Chorus (Ademo) :
I can’t lie to them, I’ve been destroyed for a long time
I must not think about the past, or else rah, or else rah
At 25 years old, I thought I would be a Millionaire
But hey, rah, but hey, rah
I’m in a hypocrite world, kryptonite down stairs, I know
I play you a track, you already know, your head touches the floor
Nah I don’t stay around much anymore, I’m polite
I don’t talk much any more, I go back out, I slang
A heart of ice, no kidding, me I’m not, I’m not in the mood

Outro (Nos) :
2-3-4 fiends
These bastards envy me
Right now, I’m in your life
The accident is coming

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