Paris c'est loin [English translation]

[Intro: Damso ft Booba]

Paris is far

Paris is far

(I have not believed in you since your first show til I saw Bercy)

Paris is far from here

(I was jealous too much , "I love you" I told you go you answered "Thank you")

Paris is far

(I Want see you smoke every time I smoked my seal

You can not drill because Paris is far from here)

Paris is far from here, sisi

Paris is far

(I have not believed in you since your first show til I saw Bercy)

Paris is far from here

(I was jealous too much , "I love you" I told you go you answered "Thank you")

Paris is far

(I Want see you smoke every time I smoked my seal

You can not drill because Paris is far from here)

Paris is far away, eh

[Verse 1: Damso]

Jealous recognize each other

Many hate, many envious

Success leads to frustration of Men

Worker confused with Lucky

Sleepless nights brooding

For anguish of the blank page I saw was red

I saw all the colors

My pen has often had to change wife

Friends and brothers, there's no more dangerous

But unless a woman who lies in your eyes

It's part of the game

I often sneezes to a maximum of vows

I was discovered by B2O

On insults I Do covered for a few words

The rhyme of headscarves among others

I'm responsible for what I write

No that's not what you understand the flow, no

D.A.M.S.O, who loves me, like me or follow me

It's part of the flow, the words are vulgar

I lose on networks, snaper my bédo

My heart is in distress can all fuck express

I success but Paris is far from here, sisi

[Bridge]

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Chorus: Booba]

Punch in life to Badr Hari

Nigga, Paris is far except Ferrari

Kabyle front on chest Materazzi

My sperm have engines from Maserati

I have just that purple tickets for her

Die if you lay hands

I have 99 problems but a tchoin is not a one

I never understand why they swank

Niggas like them die early in the film

Ratpi pissed I on the line

You go through the door to Uncle Phil

Biatch, you go through the door to Uncle Phil

I was spend my letter as to Libreville

[Verse 2: Damso]

I advise you to draw a shortest path

Amy Winehouse's nose knows what I mean

Septum with fire and blood

Dried, dew as Parma ham

Early on I experienced racism in primary

Valerie was afraid of Black, but did not speak light

Words are blades that sharpen hatred and anger

Freedom of expression is more effective than censorship

Comedian hunted by C.R.S, rapper gun in a car

police are smudge, text resists temperatures

Solidarity as Mother Nature

In my coffin, they will sing to me "is not alone" in Gradur

My daughter sometimes I'd steal your eyes

To see the world as it did not

Memories of birth and ninety-two

Ninety-two for French who were not

"In life, unlike chess

The game continues after checkmate ", he said also

I make good success but Paris is far from here, sisi

[Chorus: Booba]

Punch in life to Badr Hari

Nigga, Paris is far except Ferrari

Kabyle front on chest Materazzi

My sperm have engines from Maserati

I have just that purple tickets for her

Die if you lay hands

I have 99 problems but a tchoin is not a one

I never understand why they swank

Niggas like them die early in the film

Ratpi pissed I on the line

You go through the door to Uncle Phil

Biatch, you go through the door to Uncle Phil

I was spend my letter as to Libreville

[Outro: Damso]

Paris is far away, Paris is far from here

Paris is far away, Paris is far from here, sisi