L'odeur du charbon [English translation]

Delays in rent, cold water, it’s winter

Drowned in debt, fuck poverty

Yes, I did give, yeah

Yes, I gave, yeah

To the housewife, yes, I served her

Sniffed some crack, cry baby

I’m sorry, yeah

I’m sorry, yeah

Satin handkerchief, I wipe the tears off your cheeks

And honestly, you shouldn’t have made me any promises

I’ve made mistakes, built castles in the air

Canisters, sieves, if necessary, I’m ready to get back to it

I’ve known good times and bad, I had everything, even those I didn’t want

There lies your lifeless body

Yesterday, we were laughing our heads off

I swear on my life that he’s going to pay, the bastard who was wielding the knife

The hand you bit cannot feed you

All I did was do

The things I considered necessary

And I think I’m smarter and more vicious than those who came before me

I want to wash away sins but I’ve perforated the basin

And the bourgeois who are fascinated by our woes, I’m their fantasy

Delays in rent, cold water when it’s winter

Drowned in debt, fuck poverty

Yes, I did give, yeah

Yes, I gave, yeah

To my mother at home, yes, I served her

Sniffed some crack, cry baby

I’m sorry, yeah

I’m sorry, yeah

Don’t ask what I do every night

Guns, MAX-T, all black

Banknotes, being counted every night

Hoods and gloves, all black

Don’t ask what I do every night

Guns, MAX-T, all black

Banknotes, being counted every night

Hoods and gloves, all black

Man, it’s been so long since we sold some pure

Kilograms in retail in the building

I’m loaded with guns so I’m fucking up my fear

They’ve got a lot but they still got eyes on my share

The banknotes are purple, I hit the underground, I’m in the cartel

I answer when the client gives me a call

No one mourns a dead snitch

And if I get away from my loved ones, if I’m not around as before, don’t be mad at me

And if I get away from my loved ones, if I’m not around as before, it’s because I serve the clients every night

And if I get away from my loved ones, if I’m not around as before, don’t be mad at me

And if I get away from my loved ones, if I’m not around as before, it’s because I serve the clients every night

I’m hurting even though I’ve got a lot of possessions

I lose myself counting the bundles to the point where I lose count

I lose myself counting the bundles to the point where I lose count

Delays in rent, cold water when it’s winter

Drowned in debt, fuck poverty

Yes, I did give, yeah

Yes, I gave, yeah

To my mother at home, yes, I served her

Sniffed some crack, cry baby

I’m sorry, yeah

I’m sorry, yeah

Don’t ask what I do every night

Guns, MAX-T, all black

Banknotes, being counted every night

Hoods and gloves, all black

Don’t ask what I do every night

Guns, MAX-T, all black

Banknotes, being counted every night

Hoods and gloves, all black

Yah yah

Yah yah

I’m sorry

Yes, I gave

Yes, I gave

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

• Artist:Dosseh
• Album:L'odeur du charbon (2019)