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Genius Translations

"Damso - Exutoire (English Translation)"

[Intro]
Eh
Dems
Eh

[Verse 1]
Elation only for sweet mother
Stack of flesh in her bottom
I feel like I'm f*cked by life like when a b*tch tells you it's too late not to be a father
A future in a ticket-restaurant
End of the month, everyone loses weight
Swimming breasttroke in the middle of a tsunami
Surviving, I live, black bull in the bullfighting scene
On war time there is no squeeze
Kill everyone, even pregnant women
In a cesspool, meditating
I'm living happy days under switched-off lights
There's only at the gym that I put a knee to the ground
Train station to the streets, I was a tenant
Since that, I'm only brutal, there is no mercy
I live off Universal and off my royalties
Continuous ejaculation inside orifice of an excited whore
Series of acc*mulations
I don't respect the rules anymore even those of her menstruation
Many called but not many are the ones
Don't give a sh*t 'bout the views if it didn't make money
You're on the TV but you're not famous
Long story short you take it in the ass but you're not homo
Right angle like the letter L
True rapping Wu-Tang in the genes
I make brutal, I have some green to sell
Like those whose skin is of ebony color

[Chorus]
Far from the sunny beaches I found out how to get some sleep
With my heart on a cooking plate I listen to Agnès Obel
I listen to Agnès Obel
With my heart on a cooking plate I listen to Agnès Obel
Agnès Agnès Obel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel
I listen to Agnès Obel
Agnès Agnès Obel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel
With my heart on a cooking plate I listen to Agnès Obel

[Verse 2]
In fact the thing is that I had no bills
I used to do some rap wit' the help of my cous'
Often high, I count the coins I spent for my twelve and goose
Damso, dose, dose, dose
The dudes at the block be talking about magazines
I tell myself that to rob, too late it is not
I hesitate to do this business in two secs but I tell myself that for 1000€ I used to risk emprisonement, no, no
Empty belly, without money, with the heart beating
Low battery indicates the Toshiba
I tell myself that I'd better be making prods', sell them to guys that pose, who knows it'd give me cash, cash, cash
I applicate in shops, I'm at the FOREM
God damn, I even had to put my earring off
These sons of b*tches didn't want no Dams'
I diidn't have the profile for it, no I only was a n*gga, no, no
Thus I get fed up, I blow, I take the gun, I rob without getting caught
I'm done, 1000€, little notes
Little jobs, FOREM, I forgot
Thus I work on the beats, dark tracks, disgusted, QALF seems to be pleasing, cked-sho I am
I'm done, signed up, big notes
Little jobs, FOREM, I forgot
A couple months later I'm in the arena making some brutal #Vie
"Call me later I ain't got not time for you anymore" she told me

[Chorus]
Far from the sunny beaches I found out how to get some sleep
With my heart on a cooking plate I listen to Agnès Obel
I listen to Agnès Obel
With my heart on a cooking plate I listen to Agnès Obel
Agnès Agnès Obel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel
I listen to Agnès Obel
Agnès Agnès Obel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel-bel
With my heart on a cooking plate I listen to Agnès Obel

Easy

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