Réflexions Basses [English translation]

[Intro]

Suik'on Blaze AD: Aight, you're late

Vald : All right, seriously

Waiter : Good evening Sir

Vald: Yeah

Waiter: Can I serve you something to drink?

Vald: Yeah, me, a mega Diplo'

Suik'on Blaze AD: Two! Two megas

Vald : Thank you

[Verse 1]

Possessed by entities that vibrate very low; my angels, my demons that get confused: I can't follow the debate

I want my dick sucked to death, I want my meal served with very fatty weed

My self-esteem in pitiful condition; for most of these ass holes, I'm phenomenal

Money doesn't fall from the sky, but when I throw my money to an ass, my money get high

Fuck, becoming known, dawg, that's the wrong plan; even without a friend, I feel like I'm on the wrong side

I can't laugh anymore, too many strangers staring at my steps (but no)

Smocking joints or fucking these bitches to the point of exhaustion, it makes me smile again but painfully

I may go into denigration, but the platinum record is about stretching

I'm in a thick madness, in a dense delirium, terribly

Animated by hatred and paranoia, it's a crime, I think.

Come and sit on my delicious bong, if you varnish the bench, I'll rub your head on the white plaster

From the flames of hell, I hear the crackling, give me another drink, I see the respite in front of me

[Bridge 1]

Suik'on Blaze AD : Oh yeah

Waiter: How's it going?

Vald : *Burp* Yeah, yeah, yeah

Waiter: I give you the same thing?

Vald: All the same, all the same

Waiter : Very good

Suik'on Blaze AD : Spicier, yeah

Server : With ice?

Suik'on Blaze AD : Spicier

Vald: We don't give a shit!

Suik'on Blaze AD: Just that, yeah

[Verse 2]

If my desires change, I still have to love myself one day

Even I, I look at myself and I don't come to help myself, are you sucking on me or V.A.L.D. ?

It's true that I got headaches for trivia, that I ask questions without much use

But when I hate myself, it's not humility, no, it's that my demons have multiplied

I'm sore in my skin, like a pimply teenager, it won't change anything, my face under the crown

I do hardcore rap, I don't dome, I cut vodka with Sumol

I don't want glory, that dumbass girl, but the more money I make, the more it look like it

I feel used, I suspect them, I have everything to be happy, that's why I unblock, yo

Did I come to Earth to be a capitalist and get my dick sucked? Maybe

Anyway, building a family life right now is surreal

Either I rap or I get high: in either case, I dehumanize myself

I get high to forget that when I'm not high, I only do rap: do you visualize?

[Bridge 2]

Waiter: Excuse me Sir, we have some people starting to complain

Suik'on Blaze AD: What?

Vald : Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Suik'on Blaze AD: Yeah, yeah, that's good.

Waiter : It's still quite late, precisely...

Suik'on Blaze AD : We'll lower a little bit

Server : ...if you could lower your voice more slightly

Vald: Come on, brother, eh!

Suik'on Blaze AD: Stop! Turn it down a little

Vald: Don't you know who I am or what? I still have my name on the list!

Suik'on Blaze AD : Don't start

Vald: Hey!

[Verse 3]

I still have my name on the list, still my sting on her pipe, she asks me:

"Baby, when are you marrying me?", I answer: "Wait, now I'm doing money, only then will I take stock of my life"

When people adore me, I run away, that's why I stare the ceiling

Between two albums, I'm bored, that's why I empty the bottle, I don't want to rot here like the matron said

Nah, five years I've had the same team, five years they've known me pretty much

Don't understand my genetics, are still lost from my recipe, sometimes it weighs on me

Every chance I get, I go back to being the madman, the little jerk, the drug addict on duty (a certain loser)

But when I buy, it makes the little ones work; legalizing it would make the cops stop working

I'll mark the time, I hurt myself more often than friends

If on the mic, I say a lot, it only brings back sluts who only talk to me about rings: J. R. R. Tolkien

Oh, I don't do talk shows anymore, I just think about sodomize them or making songs to clip on Porzo

Honey moves cheerleader, I dance like a drunk man; soon I get the salary of Paul Pogba

[Outro]

Waiter: Uh sir, it's 2:00 in the morning

Suik'on Blaze AD: Yeah.

Server: Unfortunately we will close the establishment

Suik'on Blaze AD : Ah

Vald: Yeah, what is your problem with me, there oh?

Server : No, it's not that, it's not...

Suik'on Blaze AD: No, it's not that...

Waiter: ... against you but, it's just that we're closing the facility

Suik'on Blaze AD: Stop...

Vald : Let me end my drink at least cousin, you're serious ?

Suik'on Blaze AD: Eeeh but we payed the drink!

Vald: Vagrant hinhin

*horn*

Vald: Eh oh, I have to give the album in three days, when do we recover the feat ?

Tunisiano: Hmm, ahah. I'll make you one nice

Vald: You bastard!

Tunisiano: No but it's good, anyway...