SCH – Massimo (English lyrics)

1st Verse :
We grew up in a multi-storey garage (Squad, Mathafack)
I’m Hiroshima in Spirited Away
Sirens, flashing lights, motorbike, red lights, semi-automatic, your homies will shit their pants
They might be big like Avatars
I’ll pull my Glock out and make them look like Zavatta
Hard life, mom and dad are losing fate
Getting drunk, helps me forget, pour me another shot
Too old for the school yards, too small to have abs
I would watch TV and dream about having nice clothes at a young age
Your big brother found me some hash’ for 3 euros
Just like Le A, you already know, I fucked over a couple teenagers
Fack, I fucked over a couple teenagers, bro, I fucked over a couple teenagers
Your big brother found me some hash’ for 3 euros
I want my A3, mathafack

Chorus (x2) :
We want gold at the place of our canine teeth
We’ll end up with our Tassimo coffe machines riddled with bullets
Homie, I have dreamed of living Massimo’s life
Of leaving France, with suitcases filled with money
We want gold and a cuddly bitch
Nothing venerable, there’s no place for feelings
Suck my dick but don’t love me
Baby, love can’t replace money

2nd Verse :
I’ll soon be leaving this fucking multi-storey garage (Squad, Mathafack)
I’m turning away from my feelings, my two faced friends
I’m drinking, I’m building myself back up
I’m writing lyrics all alone in my bedroom, I’m thinking on my rivals
Yeah, there might be a lot of them, like a regiment
I’ll drop Titus and they’ll come back groaning
Hard life, mom and dad are losing fate
Getting drunk, helps me forget, pour me another shot
Too old for the school yard, the perfect age to smuggle drugs
I’m watching TV, I still dream of having nice clothes homie
Your brother sold me some coke for 40 euros
Just like le A, you already know, I’ve filled a couple nostrils
Fack, I’ve filled a couple nostrils, bro, I’ve filled a couple nostrils
Your brother sold me some coke for 40 euros
I want my A4, mathafack

Chorus (x2) :
We want gold at the place of our canine teeth
We’ll end up with our Tassimo coffe machines riddled with bullets
Homie, I have dreamed of living Massimo’s life
Of leaving France, with suitcases filled with money
We want gold and a cuddly bitch
Nothing venerable, there’s no place for feelings
Suck my dick but don’t love me
Baby, love can’t replace money