Seum (English translation)

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Rage

[Chorus]
I wish I could make peace with you, with me
Yeah, but no, my pet peeve doesn't give me enough space
I'm you, you're me, I even got out of your mother
We come out of the same shit and yet you attack me
I'll melt your fat, I'll find your address
Show you my address when I sing Mass
We'll say in the press that it's because of the misery
That we were savages, hostages to the shipwreck
 
[Verse 1]
Teenagers without a marker, adults who are too bitter
They're all over me, it's a party, I insult them, it's shit
They thought I was a clown, they thought I was crazy
For the record: I make more money than you, my nympho
I don't need a math-info license. I don't work
I stay quiet, I don't scum, I stay under the sheet, like KKK
When I get up, I want to kill them, I want to fuck them in the alley
Fuck a duel, I'm gonna shit on them like a seagull
I'm gonna stab them at Moët, explode on the bar, I pull a spliff
And smile, my heart is black and rotten, I love the evening
There's less people, there's my weed, there's my girlfriend, there's my dick
There's my girlfriend, Vald's got the bomb, bom-bom-bomb.
Well, come on, you're unlucky: you're not handsome, you have no money
You're horny, you're a shame, so you're acting like a son of a bitch
I hope you pray to Jesus when the screw breaks your ass
On your grave, I piss on it, undertaker asks who you are
I've got rage, I'm learning to satisfy it, start fast
Running, to your rescue, no one's gonna run
 
[Chorus]
I wish I could make peace with you, with me
Yeah, but no, my pet peeve doesn't give me enough space
I'm you, you're me, I even got out of your mother
We come out of the same shit and yet you attack me
I'll melt your fat, I'll find your address
Show you my address when I sing Mass
We'll say in the press that it's because of the misery
That we were savages, hostages to the shipwreck
 
[Bridge]
(Sinking hostages, sinking hostages)
Shut the fuck up, I've got rage, I'm drowning my rage in the drug
In rum, in your mother, in money, what's up the million
I got rage, I got rage, I got rage
 
[Verse 2]
What do you think? I'm not gonna let go; on the cross, I'll be shot
Hella ready, I'm torn off; calm down, I'll write you a check
Either shave your pussy, or smash your head
To ruin you, I get busy, I put my clothes back on and I remind myself
I have to get back to my stuff; for a bill, you skate
For a bill, suck my dick; there's only to deny that you apply yourself
Wait, I have something to say: "I love you, bitch, you attract me
I still have finger on your clit, I think your pussy is clickbait"
I wake up in my Xantia, not in new Bugatti
I remember them the old-fashioned way, when smiling was easier
When dying was scaring me, when Forrest Gump broke my heart
I think I'm gonna take one more drink, I'm tired of dreaming about murder
I got rage and I'll have it until I'm free, I'll got rage until I'm drunk
Ask me for a cigarette this if you want to disappear quickly
 
[Chorus]
I wish I could make peace with you, with me
Yeah, but no, my pet peeve doesn't give me enough space
I'm you, you're me, I even got out of your mother
We come out of the same shit and yet you attack me
I'll melt your fat, I'll find your address
Show you my address when I sing Mass
We'll say in the press that it's because of the misery
That we were savages, hostages to the shipwreck
 
Submitted by Jethro Paris on Wed, 23/05/2018 - 00:45
French

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