Rat du macadam [English translation]

[Intro: Gringe]

Original bombattak

Eh Gringe ok, han

Because we pass the bracelets or pinch between tolls

Because we sell drugs to put water and gas on all floors

Because fucking the state no one does it by whistling

I'm a reflection of my time, I'm living little tricks and I'm pulling the wool over my eyes

Balancing on the edge of a razor

How can I get you a hit, I have too many insults in my jaw

Teenagers in slow motion, already a face of an old man

Just good for nothing but to inflate the ranks of a horny people

Because life put me one knee to the ground

I'm the only thing my parents have in common I keep a bitter taste

Because every time something goes wrong, you shit stir

I've never made tears of joy run down my mother's cheeks

Because in love there's always a danger that it will go wrong

It's not my girl, but this fucking weed that I use as an insecticide when I'm depressed

I was born a bastard of suburban blood in the veins

Martyrdom but not a victim I don't care if I go to Hell or Eden

[Chorus: Gringe]

Because I'm in pain, I'm always in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you capture all the distress of a kid on the tarmac

Because every day I get lost, outside love is rare

You know I need to get drunk but I keep my eyes full of sadness

Because I'm in pain, I'm still in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you understand all the bitterness of a tarmac kid

Because there's no happiness without a down payment in my opinion

Because I had to tell you about my life

[Verse 2: Gringe]

Because I'm not Marianne's offspring, your middle class stinks boredom

And I have more weed than lead in my skull

Because at home, it's rap, hoes, drink and misery

I hear that outside Le Pen and Sarko are the new idols of the young people

Cavales if you're one of those scumbags we're trying to take down

Because the cops would like you to swallow your birth certificate

My chances are only getting smaller

By confusing meetings with settling of scores, women will only think of running away from me

I'm just a guy in pain fascinated by weapons handling

Because I really don't care, I'm tired and I'm not eating well

I may not be that big a deal, but I fascinate them

I have Polish blood I'm proud of my roots

Because your whole career is a disgrace to see someone

You'll have the success of esteem that if you've sucked dicks

I always need to do something bad, to screw it up every time the cup is full

And I don't care if I go to Hell or Eden

[Chorus: Gringe]

Because I'm in pain, I'm always in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you capture all the distress of a kid on the tarmac

Because every day I get lost, outside love is rare

You know I need to get drunk but I keep my eyes full of sadness

Because I'm in pain, I'm still in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you understand all the bitterness of a tarmac kid

Because there's no happiness without a down payment in my opinion

Because I had to tell you about my life

[Verse 3: Gringe]

Tears and tears every time my dramas come back, in the ground I collapse

I'm afraid of dying I'm afraid my wife will cheat on me

Fear of facing enemies in my field of action

Like I've always freaked out about blowing myself up over a transaction

I aimed for the top of the stage without being harpooned in the top schools

I wanted to kick everything from the stadiums to the school bench

But I think I screwed up, look at how I screw up

I think bad luck is sticking to my notebook, I'm hanging around alone or in bad company

Immersed in alcohol sometimes I decant at the bottom

Bursted with frowning eyebrow problems until I cramped my forehead.

I despise the deep France all the trendy bar buffoons

Far from treachery, my people master the art of shitting it well

Disappointed I'll never be a lawyer because I'm young

Because we all want to get sucked by sipping a finger of vodka

I go to my voicemail because I deserted

I want to set sail before the day is over, I want to leave for Eden

[Chorus: Gringe]

Because I'm in pain, I'm always in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you capture all the distress of a kid on the tarmac

Because every day I get lost, outside love is rare

You know I need to get drunk but I keep my eyes full of sadness

Because I'm in pain, I'm still in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you understand all the bitterness of a tarmac kid

Because there's no happiness without a down payment in my opinion

Because I had to tell you about my life

Because I'm in pain, I'm always in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you capture all the distress of a kid on the tarmac

Because every day I get lost, outside love is rare

You know I need to get drunk but I keep my eyes full of sadness

Because I'm in pain, I'm still in a fucking wave in my soul

Can you understand all the bitterness of a tarmac kid

Because there's no happiness without a down payment in my opinion

Because I had to tell you about my life

[Outro: Gringe]

Song for the kids on the sidewalk

I think it's too late

Gringe, Skread

• Artist:Gringe