RIM’K – Turbo (English lyrics)

1st verse :
I’m smoking drugs the same color as Hulk, I have a better hideout than up your ass
In front of the door, they’re yelling “police” (police)
The tax department and the (??), they’re breaking down my door, I’m breaking my phone chip
In front of the door, they’re yelling “police” (police)
One more day on the planet (wow), one more cigarette butt in the soda can (wah)
I’m still at war with myself (shh), my heart is heavy from the past (yah)
more tar on the mudflap (yah), the neighborhood became deserted (hey)
And what does the future have plan for us ? (Wah)
I’m in the penalty area in position (number 910)
I’m a big jerk, I’m wating on the package (I’m waiting on my money)
I’m not ready to end up under investigation (wawawa)
Fuck life in all the different positions

Chorus :
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
I have nightmares at night, it’s scares my wife
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
Even in prison, I’ll take care of my buisiness on the cell phone (dirty, dirty, dirty)
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
I have nightmares at night, it’s scares my wife
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
Even in prison, I’ll take care of my buisiness on the cell phone (dirty, dirty, dirty)

2nd verse :
I spend my days hustling (I spend my days hustling)
I’ll never be a charming prince (yah), when the danger is iminent (ah)
There’s no one around, every one steps aside (yah)
To life, to death (ah), until money do us apart (wouh)
One more day on the planet, one more cigarette butt in the soda can (eh)
Don’t talk, I’m not in the mood (wouh), all night in a Uber
I won’t go to their parties, I’m a loner like the Joker (ah ah)
I was declared dead by the doctor
I’m walking out a palace, you know that life isn’t rosy (wouh)
Keep your cunt on a leach (yah), I’m strapped up all the way to my bones (pew pew)
I’m starting up the car, I burn euro bills like dead leaves
The cops are like Call of, which enemie am I going to leave for my kids to handle ?
I’m going to war as if I was in jail
I take a tin can, I put it a sock
I’m an old school cat, you know how I move
My son carries the prophet’s name (the prophet’s)

Chorus :
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
I have nightmares at night, it’s scares my wife
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
Even in prison, I’ll take care of my buisiness on the cell phone (dirty, dirty, dirty)

Bridge :
In my zone, it rains even on the funeral days
A summon over some story that concerns you guys
Running after money until I tear my ACL
There’s nothing but sons of bitches looking guys on all the euro bills

Chorus :
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
I have nightmares at night, it’s scares my wife
I healed my heart but my hands are still dirty (my hands are dirty)
Even in prison, I’ll take care of my buisiness on the cell phone (dirty, dirty, dirty)

RIM’K – Turbo (English lyrics)

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