Premier étage [English translation]

[Verse 1]

I live on the 3rd floor, and my female neighbor signals to me from across the hall1

On the 2nd, my neighbor drinks a bit, the madman beats his wife

On the 4th, my neighbor has mood swings, I believe she's schizophrenic

Across the hall it's joyful, Aziz just got out of prison

On the 5th and 6th, the floor is shared by Portuguese and Senegalese people

On the 1st, Julie and Marine talk about guys, as usual they have a hard time

On the ground floor, the guard yells and lectures the kids next door

Welcome to my hood2

Friend3, welcome to my hood

Here we hang out under the lobby, but we don't mention it

We sell drugs4, we sell retail in order to go to Maldives

Sometimes there's a search in the morning5 but we don't mention it

Loads of stuff hidden under the mattress, but we don't mention it

This cop6 at the door goes bang-bang-bang7

Our photo's taken by the paparazzi

Jail, I won't be going there

On the bench of the accused, there won't be any places left to sit

Let's go sell on our quest

Don't worry, I've placed look-outs in the hood

We've committed various crimes

Create a distraction and speak nonsense to them

We know what he's made of

In the hood, friend, we know what they're selling

We know what you're doing

We know what you say

We know who's who8

It's my hood, and as for me, I like it

Even if it's not a ghetto in LA

Not sure if time will leave us be

We could lose our lives by the arms of the Middle East9

[Refrain]

Life follows its course like a stream

I turn in circles and lose reason

No longer hope on the horizon

Am I weakening? Eh oh, oh

Am I weakening? Eh oh, oh

[Bridge]

We smoke until we're out of our minds

These grams burn us, man

Our tragedies have no limit

No need to show off

Big guy, there's a contract over your head, and we'll knock you off

[Refrain]

Life follows its course like a stream

I turn in circles and lose reason

No longer hope on the horizon

Am I weakening? Eh oh, oh

Am I weakening? Eh oh, oh

[Verse 2]

She lives on the 2nd in an apartment

She wants to clear out of here

She's divorced and it's not the first man, friend, who has disappointed her

I'm the mother of two kids, a little traumatized, my husband used to beat me

My tears are bills, many fractures and it kills, it's certain that I'm fed up

See here, dad left, there was no longer money to buy chocolate spread

Waking up early in the morning, starved for attention, I hear the tires squeal

Starved of esteem, fallen angels sink in the void

In our worries, our unconscious hangs around the bench of suicide

We were written into poverty, vice, and danger

I chose to change my path

Moving to Plan B, from now on I'm letting go of the drugs

[Bridge]

Am I weakening? Eh oh, oh

Am I weakening? Eh oh, eh oh

Am I weakening? Eh oh

Am I weakening?

[Refrain]

Life follows its course like a stream

I turn in circles and lose all reason

A high hope is on the horizon

On the horizon, on the horizon, on the horizon

• Artist:Keblack