Royal Bacon [English translation]

[Pre-chorus]

She wants me to have eyes only for her

I find it a bit self-centered

She wants me to quit the game, yeah, for her

I swear, I'm less self-centered

Time has passed, teens have become milfs

The future is not selective, from a mining point of view

Mine is not clear but I want you to follow it

Your rotten heart on the floor, I want you to wipe it off

[Chorus]

Tongues of whores in my Royal Bacon

Millions of follows, solitary like Akon

For fucking fuck sake, I got some shit that kicks (hey)

For fucking fuck sake, I've got a number that's taking off

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you

Certi', certi', all crews are certi'

How many trophies to solve this life? (Huh?)

Drugged twins give me a double selfie

[Verse 1]

Hey, baby, baby, I've had enough of a baby

I have a heart of scrap iron more than heavy, heavy, get out the Belvedere, I come with my double

"Hello" rages heavy, bro, avoid and quickly to stare at us, do not defy the devil

We're going to deflect you from your vices, we're going to bring you back on the right way, no tennis net will stop the thing

It makes me epileptic to squat the light, that's why I need some alcohol or weed that crumbles

Like kinetic sand, so far, it's unbalanced, I'm not saying anything new, I'm waiting for the update

Seeker of truths, I avoid the plague; no desire, apart from the flow

Aim at the severity of the God who put you on your knees, who disinherited you, who entrusted you to the Devil

Come to my table, come to the end of you, not just to the end of three, just a flash of brilliance

I hope that you hear me, that you will find faith, find the way and cross the path

To fuck his race to the fucker who insulted your race from the other end of the station

They're all cockroaches stuck in the matrix, whether your name is "Amar" or "Patrice"

[Bridge]

Singing about love, it makes me feel less guilty

It's better than the doses you give yourself; vodka diluted in the minister's juice

Our games came straight out of Babidi's ass, I'm preparing revenge but I don't know what for anymore

I remember the laughter, I don't remember you anymore, I'm nostalgic but I don't do the dab anymore (gang)

[Pre-chorus]

She wants me to have eyes only for her

I find it a bit self-centered

She wants me to quit the game, yeah, for her

I swear, I'm less self-centered

Time has passed, teens have become milfs

The future is not selective, from a mining point of view

Mine is not clear but I want you to follow it

Your rotten heart on the floor, I want you to wipe it off

[Chorus]

Tongues of whores in my Royal Bacon

Millions of follows, solitary like Akon

For fucking fuck sake, I got some shit that kicks (hey)

For fucking fuck sake, I've got a number that's taking off

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you

Certi', certi', all crews are certi'

How many trophies to solve this life? (Huh?)

Drugged twins give me a double selfie