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Genius English Translations - Plk Cest Mort English Translation Lyrics

[Intro]
He, he... Joshy Josh
Bring me back my paper, I'm not spending the summer in the hood
Bring me back my paper, I’m not spending the summer in the hood

[Verse 1]
I quickly understood that with rap, I must not fail (I must not fail)
Now, I have a chance and it's now that I have to take the lead (I have to take the lead)
Even a doctor could never make my pay (nah, nah)
Even a psychologist couldn't see my pain, no, no (nah, nah, nah)
I’m afraid I'll wake up and it was all just a fucking dream (yeah)
We come from down there, back home, it's 1200 on the pay slip
They talk for nothing, might as well talk with my fucking dog (yeah)
Thе blood is hot, only mom's smile can soothe me
I think of my brothеr in the cell, I hope he gets out next year (yeah)
We're only free when they want, basically, we dance with our chains (eh, eh)
I worked, a lot of money, too much money out there (eh, eh)
You need it, you call me, when you have to pay, you play dead

[Pre-Chorus]
Bring me back my paper, I'm not spending the summer in the hood
Bring me back my paper, I'm not spending the summer in the hood
Hey

[Chorus]
A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it’s dead)
Had to give it to give it, it’s dead
It's the ghetto, it’s the streets, it's gory (it's gore)
Had to give it to give it, it's dead
[Verse 2]
As long as there is dough, there will never be peace (never peace)
That’s what the OG told me but hey, he's losing his mind (he's losing his mind)
Lately he tends to drink the whole bottle
“It was his trap in 2012”, that's what I was told
It's me in the heat of the moment, I have the 9 millimeters, millimeters, millimeters, millimeters
We be working more than the president, full time from noon to midnight, midnight (midnight)
In Paris, you show off so, don't cry afterwards (eh, eh)
In front of the judge, tears flow hearing the weight of the sentence (ah, ah, ah, ah)
I took my balls and a caliber and I went to rob my life
And it was lost in advance if I listened to the opinions
Race results: I'm still for it, they won't see me coming
Bring back my dough, it's better that you pay otherwise, we'll do the worst

[Pre-Chorus]
Bring me back my paper, I'm not spending the summer in the hood
Bring me back my paper, I'm not spending the summer in the hood
Hey

[Chorus]
A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it's dead)
Had to give it to give it, it's dead
It's the ghetto, it's the streets, it's gory (it's gore)
Had to give it to give it, it's dead
A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it's dead)
Had to give it to give it, it's dead
It's the ghetto, it's the streets, it's gory (it's gore)
Had to give it to give it, it's dead
[Bridge]
I prefer a long silence than ten words in the void (in the void)
I made too many credits, I must have forgotten some (forgotten some)
You're playing with my nerves, gotta bring back my money (my money)
Otherwise the .9 barrel will make you sleep (ah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Bring me back my paper, I'm not spending the summer in the hood
Bring me back my paper, I'm not spending the summer in the hood
Hey

[Chorus]
A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it's dead)
Had to give it to give it, it's dead
It's the ghetto, it's the streets, it's gory (it's gore)
Had to give it to give it, it's dead

[Outro]
I prefer a long silence than ten empty words
I made too many credits, I must have forgotten some
You play with my nerves, gotta bring back my money
Otherwise the .9 barrel will make you sleep