Mentir au psy Lyrics English Translation by BEN plg
I was forcing the locks on the doors of the top floor
All that to kill paintings with Velleda
Sometimes, it’s only the fire that busts the cages open
Sometimes, it’s only time that takes the stains out
So we spent the whole year with a “fuck the police” and a dick on the board
It was Alexandre, Karim and me, but we said: “It’s Pablo”
A dude, his dad, he’s a teacher, come on, here, it’s on the house
The princesses, the toads, the rivers, the castles
We had the Roubaix canal, the shopping carts, the McDo’s
The old heads, the Catholics, don’t mess with them
Grandma told me: “If I lose my mind, you gotta unplug me”
And I wear my city proudly like it’s a medal
I come from where we blaze at thirteen like it’s a milestone
My first girl is soft like it’s a petal
I’m shy, I touch her real gentle like it’s C-4
Ibis budget, the first time like it’s White Lotus
Our meals full of preservatives, so we’re seriously sturdy
The paycheck, it ain’t a game, there’s no bonus
Too anti-cop to be cruising in a Ford Focus
I don’t say: “Life is simple,” you shouldn’t lie to the little ones
The guy in front of you wants to make it out too
Sometimes, it’s useless, it’s like lying to your shrink
But I do it, anyway, whatever
And you, what’s going on in your head?
When you look back
There’s like a hole in the jacket
Me, I got holes in my memory
A heart made of foam and kevlar
And I don’t know where it comes from, like the blood in the bathtub
I wanna grow up and I water myself, under whiskey, under gear
I take off into mega tunnels like Luigi and Mario
The wheelies, the backflips, I land on the hood
I spend the year on crutches, I won’t be a pro basketball player
It ain’t just the ligaments, there was the laziness, the booze before
I can’t stand authority, that can only come from parents
I take big kicks in the ass to tell myself I’m lucky
A scratch on the car, that can ruin the vacation
Camping, that’s France, the neighbor, that snitch
The old lady don’t like druggies, except she lives on downers
No pads when I skate, I tear myself up on the ramp
You see the job interview, it looks like I’m doing a prank
Not the type to look far, I like the neighbor girl
My boys tell me she’s ugly, so I tell her it’s over
In front of the team, I act tough, deep down, I’m not okay
I don’t like smoking, but I do it, I’m a victim to that point
And it’s annoying like the rain, annoying like where I’m from
Looks like I’m being punished, I’m always in the same spot
Being depressed is useless, like lying to the doctor
Yet, when he asks me if I’m okay, I tell him: “I’m fine”
I don’t say: “Life is simple,” you shouldn’t lie to the little ones
The guy in front of you wants to make it out too
Sometimes, it’s useless, it’s like lying to your shrink
But I do it, anyway, whatever
And you, what’s going on in your head?
When you look back
There’s like a hole in the jacket
Me, I got holes in my memory
A heart made of foam and kevlar
And I don’t know where it comes from, like the blood in the bathtub
And you, what’s going on in your head?
When you look back
There’s like a hole in the jacket
Me, I got holes in my memory
A heart made of foam and kevlar
And I don’t know where it comes from, like the blood in the bathtub