Video de: Tiers Toby Or Not Toby English Translation Lyrics Genius English Translations » Lyrics Fox.MusicaDe.Win

Genius English Translations - Tiers Toby Or Not Toby English Translation Lyrics

[Intro]
Toby or not Toby
Are you slave or master?
I'm into other things
I'm in the same boat
No more ebony-colored slaves
They are black, white, yellow, far from the Garden of Eden

[Chorus]
I'm into other things
Are you slave or master?
I'm into other things
I'm in the same boat

[Verse 1]
Is it over ? Oh crap !
Slavery becomes modern
Where are the whips and chains?
In the heads no more in the abdomens
The cotton fields are concrete prisons, H.L.M
The slaves are unemployed or wage earners or famous
It seems that it is the same in the village
Capital that obsesses us
Obsessed with what you have
Is it the things that possess us?
Beware of what you wish for
Happiness brings problems
Ironically, in the desert, a fountain woman is useless
[Chorus]
I'm into other things
Are you slave or master?
I'm into other things
I'm in the same boat


[Verse 2]
One syllable separates Zemmour and “amour”
My neighborhood is a software, my album is its update
Slave of my buddies
We get fat, we talk badly
We become unrecognizable
I don't do anything with my buddies
As if we had no nerves
We speak badly of all women
As if we didn't have mothers
Submitted if you care
What your buddy will think
If you don't wear Gucci
Will he spit behind your back?

[Chorus]
I'm into other things
Are you slave or master?
I'm into other things
I'm in the same boat
[Verse 3]
Am I in control of my feelings
Love, hate, anger
Disappointment, passion, anger
Affection, compassion, resentment, aversion, anger, anger
We don't like each other, check it out!
We help each other because we don't bury ourselves alone, that's why we tolerate each other
I lose control
After all it is the same
I decided to wage war on others
To be at peace with myself!
You are a slave to your feelings
I think I would have reacted like Brad Pitt in Seven!

[Chorus]
I'm into other things
Are you slave or master?
I'm into other things
I'm in the same boat


[Verse 4]
I became insensitive to the bloodshed of the clones
I don't have a bulletproof vest, I have the throne verse
Calm down! You're high on weed, man!
You smoke or sell
You are master or you are slave
You are Heisenberg or Pinkman
You had principles when you started dealing simple
Now you're selling coke, to kids, to pregnant women
Like everyone else you thought you could handle
Now you light a spliff before you even have breakfast
[Chorus]
I'm into other things
Are you slave or master?
I'm into other things
I'm in the same boat


[Bridge]
I'm into other things
Are you slave or master?
I’m shocked (x6)
My fellas have memory…
I’m shocked (x7)
My fellas have short memory
I’m shocked (x7)
My fellas have short memory
I’m shocked (x7)

[Verse 5]
My fellas have short memory
Like life I swear I am shocked
Have chains on their necks, our ancestors had them on their feet
Run after the same things, a beautiful car, a beautiful woman, beautiful clothes
The Dounia in your head, you will be master or slave
Freed or submitted for years
Are we damned, damned, iron chains on our wrists
You are a slave if the media think for you
Want to pass for a nun Katsuni, Tabitha Cash
Confuse imams and priests
The feelings, the centimeters
I am a man without idols, the Almighty is my master
Here to be or not to be, the cash makes the head turn
Money is a good servant but a bad master
Money remains a good servant but a bad master
I rap, talk about all things, but I remain unsubdued understood (understood)
As long as the child of the poor eats less well than the dog of the rich
Everything I say comes out of my iris, my disgust comes out only in my records
The wounds of the settlers' whips heal but never recover
Beauty and youth are only temporary
Move from model to retiree depending on time zone
Are you submissive, homie, toby or not toby
Have you kept your autonomy? Are you master of all your hobbies ?
There are those who move, those who complain
There are strong men, weak links Molo Bolo
There are those who move, those who complain
Still we do not feel our chains
Toby or not Toby
Molo Bolo