SAMA Lyrics English Translation by Orelsan
Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama, Sama
Okay, shut your mouths. You’re really a beautiful bunch of losers
That’s right
What are you?
Losers
What are you?
Losers
For sure. What I can’t understand, is why you aren’t sick of it. Why aren’t you sick of burning out every three months? Of lying when someone asks you “you good?”
Sick of your life being a disaster, sick of not knowing why you go to work
All of it to make some soulless boss richer, so he can buy himself some Loro Piana
Sick of these haters fucking with your karma
Of getting lectured by low-rent life coaches
Of these vultures who just want to take what you don’t have
Of these startup guys who want to suck up your data
Of these dumb jocks to the music of Gala
Sick of all these little white boys who talk like they’re from the hood
Who turn back into vegan hipsters as soon as they eat a potato
There are more fragile people than pigeons in the streets of Paris
I fuck feminists twice on International Women’s Day
Fuck these stars who do nothing, who call that work
And these rich kids having a blast with daddy’s money
Who spit in your face to keep their lifestyle
I come into your yoga class, I put my dick in your chakras
These Parisians make me wanna burn down Notre-Dame again
These disgusting kebabs, these buses, these metros, these boutique hotels
These luxury stores, these vape shops, the flea market, the tram
I pass through La Défense, add some more oil to the flames
Add all these shady politicians who only think about climbing the ladder and what they eat for lunch
They talk about society but the only thing they love, is themselves
Like the gays who fuck guys who have the same face as them
Message to all these geeks who talk shit
You won’t respawn when I erase you from the map
Believe me, criticize me in your hater podcast
Your next live stream, it’s me fucking you on your gamer chair
Fuck these, fuck these media outlets that post every headline a second later
Who didn’t understand the question but force the answer on you
All these woke influencers who give us lessons
As soon as a brand shows up, no more principles, they bend over
To all the teens under pressure who are losing it
I’d rather you die than listen to your depression
Like these rappers who beef and all make the same sounds
Seeing these morons make millions, it’s the Telethon, haha
And these French people with no life who watch shows of people eating or looking for apartments
These bland employees, these mechanics who rip you off
These execs sucking up to bosses who want to cheat the flat tax
Who go to the movies to see inbreds, people with Down syndrome
Who just drink and only see the glass half empty
Who should just accept being alcoholics
Because their lives aren’t funny like all the female comedians
All these slobs in Celio, in Jack & Jones
In a disgusting puffer jacket with a little sweatshirt on their shoulder
When I see your styles, your faces, you deserve to be poor
And when I see the rich depressives, I think I’d rather be poor
Sick of kids saying “boomer” for everything
As if it’s better to be clones who all do the same thing
Being young is overrated, bros, you’ll be finished as soon as there’s a new network
You are the worst generation, no debate
Addicted to numbers, you only like what’s already working
You’re going to kill music, movies, fashion, anime
Because you have no ideas, you only know how to recycle badly
Sama, I’m arriving with two models way too hot for me
Who will probably file a complaint against me soon
Because the weak always look for someone to blame
Making someone do what they didn’t want to, that’s the concept of hitting on them
To all the Nazis who like me, don’t even come talk to me
I’ll bust your elbows, your knees, you form a swastika
You’re just dumb, don’t think we’re the same
I don’t need a dumb theory to justify my hate
Same for the men’s rights activists who want to claim me?
You’re so scared of women, I think you’re the real whores
You act all manly to hide your little wounds
I piss on you like you’re getting stung by a jellyfish
Sama, I get in your head, your eyes are rolling back
Sama, what more could the sheep ask for?
Sama, I fuck so much, I have no foreskin, zero chance I apologize, after me, the flood
Sama