SCH – Parano (English lyrics)

Intro :
J.V.L.I.V.S

1st verse :
You know that we need the profits, God is the one who gives the guidance
Over there, they live off concealement, they live off the hutle
Bullet proof cars like in Corsica, advancing with no father, with no mentor
3.5.7 under the raincoat, we come when the little kids are asleep
Wax in the ziplock, retail packaged
There’s too many microphones in the appartment, we move the coke in Smart
The hash and the weed, they’re part of the customs like the Olympique de Marseilles
Way too involved, way too marked
Drunk near the clock, you know that we love the ruckus
Pull out a lighter, I’ll light up the cloth that is sticking out from the cocktail
Two whores in the 500, parked in front of the hotel
I need oxygen, it ends up in a blood bath
10k on a whim, I already suffered too much
And be worried if I’m the one holding the bottle
My pain in the Vodka, most of the time bad karma
But we don’t drive around in Volvo, we only sell pasta
And fuck the cops, fuck the Bishop
I need an ocean on Clorox to wash away my sins
I have 3.6.5 hurry
And if we dumped you yesterday, they’re never going to fish you
S.R.P.J, dirty story, but payday will be back
J.V.L.I.V.S but the drinks will be back
CZ and guns, it scares away the nation
Baby, I’ll still love you when the passion will no longer be there

Chorus :
Paranoid, I can’t give too much love
But out of love, I think I can become paranoid
I have forgiven but I’ve given too much out of love
And since I’ve been young, the money makes me nervous
Paranoid, I can’t give too much love
But out of love, I think I can become paranoid
I have forgiven but I’ve given too much out of love
And since I’ve been young, the money makes me nervous

2nd verse :
We try to find your weakness and also the pressure points
It’s been a while now that we’re no longer rude, and when we attack you, it’s hard
We try to find your adress, we try to find 2 millions
We try to find the flaw in the case, we try to find the procedural defects
We always have twisted thoughts when we enter the bank
I’ll do like Franck Lucas, in two years, I’ll be living at the Roucas-Blanc neighborhood
And say “Halleluia” if we didnt find you
Tensed when there’s a lot at stake, when there’s big money involved and all
There’s mula, boy, for sure your nose is going to bleed
Chair at the entrance of the hood, nothing but fish scale
Around here where not really lovers, around here we’re not really dreamers
One ski mask, a revolver : we shoot like Larry Hoover

Chorus :
Paranoid, I can’t give too much love
But out of love, I think I can become paranoid
I have forgiven but I’ve given too much out of love
And since I’ve been young, the money makes me nervous

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