SCH – Pharmacie (English lyrics)

Intro :
Kezah
Dix-neuf

1st verse :
I’m emptying out a bag full of cash, my car is too long to do a U turn
Never sit in our seats, if you’re neither my friend or my enemy
I fuck them and I dump them, tell me what motto got control of my soul
I saw the fire in your eyes, I’ll make an album and I’ll turn it out
She knows that we die a bloody death, I kiss her to reassure her
I have an overall view of the streets, she knows that we have interest there
Lil’ 10 grams in the jean’s, fiends from night to morning
We take, we sell, we stack
One Glock, we’re not into sports combine
You won’t be singing anymore if I turn off the tap
I think the time has come for you to sell your Audemars
.44 in my regular, we eat à la carte but I also have it with me at dinner
The whore is moaning, she knows how much I’ve put into this
I’m a scumbag, turn off the lights
I came to have a look and I saw, I killed it, we made money, we went elsewhere (hey)
My car is too long to do a U turn
A brother died I’m lighting up a candle
The crisis and hunger, we’re working on those
I fuck them and I dump them, tell me what bottle got control of my soul
I experienced life from in a BMW, I’ll ride around drunk with the headlights off
The goal is to last long, I think we have the metals to make that possible
I’m absent, but I still have an eye on your dope spot
One stare, we say without saying, one word and everything can get out of hand
A toast to you health, one cave and you’ll know that there’s worst than death

Chorus :
When will the drugstore close, we’re going out
I just stick my middle finger up and it starts raining euro bills
After the noise made from the weapons, you’ll find yourself solo, at the wrong place, at the wrong time
My friends sell tons of drugs by the kilo
We make money, no love
When will the drugstore close, we’re going out
The little kids grew up around here, like it’s normal

Bridge :
My car is too long to a U turn, you’ll leave with a pussy hole from the Opinel knife
I swear, you’ll love the sodomy, safes filled with money
Collateral damages for the compromises
A little kid gets 300 euros for every gram sold near an elevator that smells like vomit

2nd verse :
I’ve been writing here since little, the thugs that you talk about are afraid of the dark
The rap game is a game of checkers, and the fools are always close to the king
It’s the same thing at every season, to laugh on a bicycle or to cry in a Ferrari Enzo
My reason has it’s reasons, who wants to smoke the town with the 300 drug rings ?
First, they saw the light, the last thing they’ll see will be an Araï helmet
No one knows what’s in those garages, my heart is in Alaska, my town in the Sahara desert
A white hip flask, nothing to see, a dope spot
The municipal police think they’re federal agents
Little bitches think they’re big men
Politicians think they’re real heroes
The smack is too far to do U turn, one dope spot, the drugs and the semi automatic too
If I ever get knocked, the lawyer will be my tatami, micro mms I’m making them wait
I trust you but I’ll count the money over again and again
Words are worth more that a gun on your temple, but I won’t convince myself of that
You’re way too kind hearted to be a friend of mines, way too dumb to manage to kill me
My car is height meters long (dix neuf)
one cave and you’ll know that there’s worst than death
Never sit in our seats, if you’re neither my friend or my enemy

Chorus :
When will the drugstore close, we’re going out
I just stick my middle finger deep down and it starts raining euro bills
After the noise made from the weapons, you’ll find yourself solo, at the wrong place, at the wrong time
My friends sell tons of drugs by the kilo
We make money, no love
When will the drugstore close, we’re going out
The little kids grew up around here, like it’s normal

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