PNL - Sur Paname (English Translation) lyrics

[Verse 1 : Ademo]
I don't give a f*ck
After all, it's the truth
I resume my search
Outside misery harasses me
Come visit
Where we live there's no big furniture, no big TVs
We catch coakroaches in handkerchiefs
And I'm so p*ssed ever since I'm born
Only the devil gives me tips
Hey you motherf*cker
You want to know, yes I f*ck you
For a f*cking salary
I leave a coin for your ass
You want some punch, suck my di*k
I rap my life, not these b*tches' one
No kidding, my brain's empty
Empty eyes, empty bank account, empty heart
I'm on parole with some some pot
I'll go for a lonely stroll
Just some hash and rolling papers

[Chorus]
And I hang around, lonely, in Paris
In the hall I need some business
I'm alone, yeah motherf*ck
Sometimes I dream of the sea
And I hang around, lonely, in Paris
QLF in life
I don't want their company
I don't want any of this regular life
In Paris
And my shadow, you remember ?
Dealing, 7 out of 7, all winter
In Paris
I roll and I see them
I sink and I adapt myself
I run after my share...

[Verse 2 : N.O.S.]
I take a stroll far from men, I did an O.D
Been working since I'm old enough to deal
We give them updates, we hang up
The sound of the revolving light reminds us that
The devil is waiting for us in the next level
Three hundred pull ups, smoke a blunt, igo I have wings
Yeah I want dada, we get caught this summer, so we adapt
It's nda'da, it doesn't pay, series of punches
Tell me where you were when I was at war ?
I smoke a blunt, my name goes around the world
Hate catapults us, I speak to a brother not a whore
I pass the blunt to Casper, when it smells funny well I break my phone chip
The bag of weed lasts a night, this b*tch is enough for the night
They know we don't like them, they know we f*ck them
I recount the profit on J-Lopez's ass
These bast*rds are far from our life
To each his gains, to each his glass
Cold hands recount these bank notes
PNL, rather shout, they're excited, sawed-off

[Chorus]
And I hang around, lonely, in Paris
In the hall I need some business
I'm alone, yeah motherf*ck
Sometimes I dream of the sea
And I hang around, lonely, in Paris
QLF in life
I don't want their company
I don't want any of this regular life
In Paris
And my shadow, you remember ?
Dealing, 7 out of 7, all winter
In Paris
I roll and I see them
I sink and I adapt myself
I run after my share...