Problèmes [English translation]

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Joshy Josh)

Junior Alaprod and nan, there's nothing new

My darling causes me problems

She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops

I've always preferred the dough

I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated

She tells me "not without me", me, I can wait

I don't have trust in you, teach me how to trust myself

I grew up in doubt, in the streets, not on Twitter

In the sombre areas, I've been a smuggler and goalscorer

On the terrain until late hours, i'll be alone in my tomb

We grew up in pain, there was money in our boxers way before we made any sound

Therefore, I'm showing you my hand, you're not going to give me a lecture, me, I'm a big boy

My darling causes me problems

She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops

I've always preferred the dough

I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated

Give me your heart, tell me everything

Who has hurt you before?

Give me your heart, tell me everything

If you're with me, it's better, if you're against me, too bad

All my life, i've been escaping from the cops, it's not a woman who is going to make me peaceful

Two phones, I double the benefits, twice the problems, I'm too much of a defeatist

Two phones, I double the benefits, don't forget the cleats on the terrain, it's slippery

So tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me how you want to do this but

Stop repeating the I'm going to end up behind bars

It's going to bring me bad luck, you should shut up

We go out hand-in-hand when the building will be surrounded

A few contacts, a phone with an SFR, I do rounds in the sector with the pimp and his prostitutes

Never in our lives, us, we let ourselves get pushed around so let me add-on some fucking zeros to my paycheck

My darling causes me problems

She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops

I've always preferred the dough

I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated

Give me your heart, tell me everything

Who has hurt you before?

Give me your heart, tell me everything

No trust, I'm scared of betrayal

I have but that in my head when I leave for a mission

I put my doubts in my cigarette paper, the bic pen does the rest

We are all born to die, even relaxation is hurried

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

My darling causes me problems

She does nothing but repeat that I'm going to end up getting caught by the cops

I've always preferred the dough

I have a hard time confiding, in my head, it's complicated

Give me your heart, tell me everything

Who has hurt you before?

Give me your heart, tell me everything