Paroles et traduction Loud feat. Lary Kidd - Swg

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Une seconde de silence pour mes all star groupies
Accroupies dans les DMs qui citent des tracks de Weeknd
Avec des tattoos Carpe Diem
Pour mes vraies chasseuses de talent
Graver YOLO sur les phalanges
You only live once in a while
So vas-y, wild out
Elle est tellement nonchalante que la poudre aux yeux
Qui pèse lourd dans sa balance
J′en ai vu des beaux parleurs promettre des terres promises
Des instastories devenir des instant sorrys
J'ai vu des gars qui faisaient croire
Qu′y étaient plus catholique que le pape
Fourrer le payroll et la paroisse
Comme quoi les apparences...
Jongler avec deux blondes, sans compter leur blonde
Puis les tournées mal tournées sur des coups de téléphone

Mais j'ai pas la prétention d'être supérieur
C′est vrai que j′étais un player
Certains diraient un des meilleurs/un des pires
Just whatever dans ma veste avec les rayures
Pleine de petits cœurs brisés squeezés dans la poche intérieure
Mais j'ai retourné ma veste pour elle
J′ai retourné mes maîtresses, no stress, pour elle
Sauf que plus t'es inatteignable, plus qu′elles veulent hang out
So I guess que c'est une bonne et une mauvaise nouvelle
Qui a dansé avec le diable, cueilli le fruit défendu?
Souvent le même que celui qui s′est recueilli devant Dieu
Comment on pourrait tout risquer quand on est si près du but
The reason we do anything in this world

Just to be sleeping with girls
Just to be sleeping with girls
J'ai élevé mon jeu jusqu'au dernier level
Permettez-moi de me représenter
Mesdames et les vôtres
J′ai gagné mon pain, uh
Soigné mon game, uh
Soirées mondaines and then I′m
Sleeping with girls

T'as besoin de role models qui font pas de modeling
Tu sais que les photographes de mode sont les modern pimps
Elle m′a regardé comme si j'étais le pire des modeling
Six millions ways to die
Elle était morte de rire
Elle m′a dit: t'as besoin d′une bonne leçon d'économie
Faut que tu comprennes que les bons comptes font les mauvaises filles
Elles peuvent garder leurs fausses robes, leur fausse modestie
Peep la garde-robe, who's the motherfucking pimp
Ok I get it girl
You put the "thing" in everything, girl
Les barres sur les S, les zéros d′vant les virgules
Single devant le seigneur
Mais pas besoin d′un ring quand t'as
La paroisse wrapped around the finger
Lord!
You keep me singing in church
La légende dit que t′as fait un aveugle cligner des yeux
Ma présence dit que t'as fait un bad boy cleaner son jeu
The reason we do anything in this world

Just to be sleeping with girls
Just to be sleeping with girls
J′ai élevé mon jeu jusqu'au dernier level
Permettez-moi de me représenter
Mesdames et les vôtres
J′ai gagné mon pain, uh
Soigné mon game, uh
Soirées mondaines and then I'm
Sleeping with girls

It's been a hard day′s night
Put the Beatles′ track on
George with the Gibson
Pis j'ramasse les filles au balcon
New Gucci boots with the Diesel Black Gold
Sleeping with girls pis passer toute ma vie au lac Brome
J′roule avec le boy Loud, le si beau garçon
Tu scoop les cocaine girls pis tu les feed au lactose
Little street runner
Better bring the kilo back home
Ou j'casse son nez dans son chest, call it a rhinoplastron
The realest in the hood
We be the one who′s killing in the hood
I be the one who's catching feelings in the hood, man
Pourquoi untel y tire untel pour le fun?
I had to tell les jeunes: for real call Tel-Jeunes, no pun
Parce que ce monde, il est à feu et à sang
Pendant que tu fais le smat dans la Wraith
Tu peux still en catch trois dans la tête, like
Pis même si t′as une bonne cause
Y'a une fille qui pirate ton cœur pis ta vie, elle r'devient morose
Dis-moi qui payera pour le tattoo de ta nouvelle blonde
À la maison tout s′effondre
Tu t′es retourné douze secondes
The boo is gone (pouf)
This is the life you chose, I guess
Prêcher pour sa paroisse, you bet
Y'a du monde à′ messe
Jeune homme

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A moment of silence for my all-star groupies
Crouching in the DMs, quoting Weeknd tracks
With Carpe Diem tattoos on their backs
For my real talent scouts, always on the attack
Engraving YOLO on their knuckles, no turning back
You only live once in a while, that's a fact
So go ahead, wild out, lose tact
She's so nonchalant, the smoke and mirrors she throws
Weigh heavily on her scales, as everyone knows
I've seen smooth talkers promise lands of gold
Insta-stories turning into instant apologies, so cold
I've seen guys who pretended to be so devout
More Catholic than the Pope, without a doubt
Screwing the payroll and the parish, what a clout
Just goes to show, appearances can truly spout
Juggling two blondes, not counting their own blonde hair
Then the tours gone wrong, just a phone call to bear

But I don't claim to be superior, that's not fair
It's true I was a player, I used to snare
Some would say one of the best, some the worst, I swear
Just whatever in my striped jacket, a debonair
Full of little broken hearts squeezed in the inner pocket, I repair
But I turned my jacket inside out for her, it's true
Turned my mistresses away, no stress, just me and you
But the more unattainable you are, the more they want to hang out
So I guess it's good and bad news, there's no doubt
Who danced with the devil, plucked the forbidden fruit?
Often the same one who prayed to God, devout and mute
How could we risk it all when we're so close to the goal?
The reason we do anything in this world, let it unroll

Just to be sleeping with girls
Just to be sleeping with girls
I've raised my game to the highest level, unfurled
Allow me to introduce myself, a new world
Ladies and yours truly, a story untold
I earned my bread, uh
Honed my game, uh
High-society parties, and then I am
Sleeping with girls

You need role models who don't do modeling, that's real
You know fashion photographers are the modern pimps, they steal
She looked at me like I was the worst kind of modeling
Six million ways to die, a story foretelling
She was dying of laughter, what a feeling
She said: "You need a good lesson in economics, revealing"
You gotta understand that good accounts make bad girls, appealing
They can keep their fake dresses, their false modesty, concealing
Peep the wardrobe, who's the motherfucking pimp, dealing?
Ok I get it girl
You put the "thing" in everything, girl
The bars on the S's, the zeros before the commas, swirling
Single before the Lord, my heart unfurling
But no need for a ring when you have
The parish wrapped around the finger, a grab
Lord!
You keep me singing in church, a melodic stab
Legend says you made a blind man blink, a fab
My presence says you made a bad boy clean up his act, no crab
The reason we do anything in this world, let's map

Just to be sleeping with girls
Just to be sleeping with girls
I've raised my game to the highest level, unfurled
Allow me to introduce myself, a new world
Ladies and yours truly, a story untold
I earned my bread, uh
Honed my game, uh
High-society parties, and then I am
Sleeping with girls

It's been a hard day's night, I confide
Put the Beatles' track on, let it slide
George with the Gibson, side by side
And I pick up girls on the balcony, with pride
New Gucci boots with the Diesel Black Gold
Sleeping with girls and spending my life at Lac Brome, bold
I roll with the boy Loud, the handsome lad
You scoop the cocaine girls and feed them lactose, sad
Little street runner, don't be bad
Better bring the kilo back home, or you'll be had
Or I'll break his nose into his chest, call it a rhinoplastron, mad
The realest in the hood, we're the ones who clad
We be the ones who's killing in the hood, sad
I be the one who's catching feelings in the hood, man
Why does so-and-so shoot so-and-so for fun?
I had to tell the young ones: for real call Tel-Jeunes, no pun
Because this world, it's fire and blood
While you're showing off in the Wraith, misunderstood
You can still catch three in the head, like wood
And even if you have a good cause
There's a girl who hacks your heart and your life, it becomes morose
Tell me who will pay for your new girlfriend's tattoo, suppose?
At home everything collapses, the woes
You turned your back for twelve seconds, it shows
The boo is gone (poof)
This is the life you chose, I guess
Preaching for your parish, you bet
There are people at mass, don't fret
Young man