PNL – Sur Paname (English lyrics)

1rst verse :
I just don’t give a shit
That’s the truth actually
I take back my belongings
Outside, the misery starts irritating me
Come and visit us
At home there’s no big pieces of furniture, no big screen TV
We catch the cockroaches with our handkerchiefs
And me, I’ve been feeling sour since birth
The devil is the only person that leaves me tips
There you go motherfucker
You wanna know, Yeah, I would fuck you up
For a fucking salary
I won’t leave a dime for your ass
You want some punch, suck on my dick
I rap about my life, not about these bitches
On the real, my brain is empty
Eyes are empty, bank account is empty, heart is empty
I come home on probation feeling sour
I’ll go out for a walk alone
Just some blunt wraps and some weed

Chorus :
And I’m taking a lonely stroll through Paris !
In the building’s hallway I need a plan
I’m all alone, oh yeah motherfucker
Sometimes I dream of the sea
And I take a lonely stroll through Paris
I’m all about family
I don’t want any of their company
I don’t want any of this random lifestyle
In Paris
Hey my shadow, do you remember ?
Slangin 24/7, all winter
In Paris
I’m rolling, I can’t see them
I’m sinking and I adapt
I’m running after my share…

2nd verse (N.O.S.) :
I’m going for a spin far away from mankind, I had an O.D
All I ever did was hustle ever since I was old enough
We send the word out, then we hang up
The sound of the sirens reminds us that
The devil is waiting on us the next morning
I do 300 pull ups, smoke some weed, homie I’ve got wings
Yeah I would like to ride, if we get busted this summer, we’ll just adapt
In da hood, if it doesn’t pay up, blows will be thrown
Tell me, where were you when I was out at war ?
I light me up a blunt, my name is known all around the world
It’s our anger that motivates us, I’m talking to a homie not to your bitch
I pass the blunt over to Casper, when things start to stink, well, I break my SIM card
This Ziploc bag will last me a night, this whore will stay over for a night
We know that they don’t like us, they know that we don’t give a fuck about them
I’m counting over the profits on J-Lopez’s ass
These bastards are way behind our V shaped backs
To each his profits, to each his dreams
My cold hands on all these euros bills
PNL, rather scream, they’re panicking, sawed off shotgun

Chorus :
And I’m taking a lonely stroll through Paris !
In the building’s hallway I need a plan
I’m all alone, oh yeah motherfucker
Sometimes I dream of the sea
And I take a lonely stroll through Paris
I’m all about family
I don’t want any of their company
I don’t want any of this random lifestyle
In Paris
Hey my shadow, do you remember ?
Slangin 24/7, all winter
In Paris
I’m rolling, I can’t see them
I’m sinking and I adapt
I’m running after my share…

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