SCH – Comme si (English lyrics)

*Translation ReTweeted by SCH himself !!!*

Intro :
Kore
AWA the Mafia my nigga
You understood, hein ?
We haven’t grown up with a silver spoon up our asses, son of a bitch
You C-Class driving motherfucker
Tainp’

1st verse :
Like back when I was a cockroach, with a flashlight in the Zara
Sock holding the Opinel knife, this is “Génération batard”
An undertaker with Grillz, the whole hood at the funeral home
Too many wounds from the aluminium, they died before their 20s
Waking up for 1 200 euros is too much, like when life becomes gut-wrenching
Alone, just like as if we were 100, 10 just like as if we were 1 000
3 drug rings in the barrio, 3 fire arms in the house
Her ass can’t fit through the car door, I need a new car
In truth, we’re not playing around, I’m your junior and your boss
Mostly your boss don’t get it confused, since I was a kid my eye has been in the compass
A few photos and you start hacking, a few euros and you start yappin’
Outside you never paid any attention to me, I won’t send you any money orders
Always at two on the stick of hash, we’re the type to do what we say
Still making this CD between tour dates and a contract
I haven’t figured out the cause to my addiction
Haven’t found that son of a bitch, I haven’t found my paradise
Tainp’, all you have to do is find my heart if you think this is easy
Little Apache, just wait until we tie you up, we grew up on stale bread, no ?

Bridge :

Come shoot the video clip at Marseilles you tainp’…nah ?

2nd verse :
We’re drinking, hold on, let me explain something to you : my cigarette is slowly burning
I know that she thinks of herself as a woman apart, preconceived idea
There’s clothes, kilos at the appartment, without being pretentious, I want your attention
You’re shady under your sunglasses, let us see your eyes
The most high, submitted to only one, smile at every heavens
I’m in the hood, 10 000 euros per day, visit the Eiffel Tower
I don’t give a fuck, I’m 24/7 on the road, I don’t give a fuck
We’re the ones that speak loudly, in the hood, cup of cofee in the hood
Big blunt, we raise, stretch our arms out, 2 bitches in our arms
I’m a rat, I die with all the rats, yeah, all my scélérats
I keep taking in all the blows, we keep doing the turn of the world, I keep getting played on the airwaves
You keep dick riding, you keep giving head, you keep licking ass
Life is hard, like your homies conspiring together to give you a hard time
We survive in all this, in the street, in jeans, in tracksuits, yeah
Mathafack, from La Rose to Saint Antoine, from Bastille to Auber’
We’re too much, visionaries that would like to die millionaires
Here, swallow ! Around here, when we D.A.B, it’s in order to screw over the bank !
A cash trapping device on the cash machine, wait for a guy to come clost, no ?

Bridge :
Hé, hé, nan…

3rd verse :
hold on, let me explain something to you : my cigarette is slowly burning
I haven’t seen my own father in six months, stop telling me that we don’t hang out like before
I was nothing, I told you : “I was nothing”, you have no idea what I was yesterday
Knife deep down in the stomach, it’s real, more than VR
There’s no proof, we smoke you and there’s no proof, criminals are never on strike
So hot, we could have grown up wearing t-shirts under the hail
1990, we start at 12 years old, we take blows at 10
We die before 30, often from the lead, because we develop a taste for risk
And when the kids, they’ll start to grow up, what will we tell them ?
That we haven’t done anything during all this time, too busy getting old ? Nah !
My dick doesn’t get hard for the X5 anymore, I’ve been hypnotised for a while now
I just want to see them go from wearing L to XS
I’ll do a few days on iTunes, at the top of the ranking
A few days on the moon, tainp’, in an expensive german car
Weapons and smoking also, the same goes for attacking us
Thoughts aren’t the only things that kills, old people aren’t the only ones with wrinkles
Some young guys died yesterday, that’s what got my whole alleyway sad
Father and mother don’t declare everything, I was raised by them and the tax department
Oh yeah

Outro :
Han, yeah
In life there’s ups and downs (thoughts aren’t the only things that kills)
Yeah, oh (weapons and smoking also)
Yeah
Faggot, I’ve got my Audemars, yesterday I had nothing
We’re starving as if we had nothing (Dix-Neuf)
All Stars, yeah who wants war ?
Offshore bank accounts, yesterday we had nothing, we had nothing
I lurk around like it was yesterday
Like it was yesterday, tainp’, when we had nothing
We’re starving as if we had nothing
Euros, arms, and tell me who wants to make war
Faggot, I’ve got my Audemars, yesterday I had nothing
We’re starving as if we had nothing (Dix-Neuf)
All Stars, yeah who wants war ?
Offshore bank accounts, yesterday we had nothing, we had nothing
I lurk around like it was yesterday
Like it was yesterday, tainp’, when we had nothing
We’re starving as if we had nothing
Euros, arms, and tell me who wants to make war
Haan
AWA the Mafia my nigga

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