Lyrics of Longue histoire courte - Loud

Longue histoire courte (original)

On rêve de marcher dans la cour des grands avec nos fake IDs
Mais on peut pas rentrer dans le club avec nos espadrilles
Tout le monde a le plan infaillible pour sortir du hood
Longue histoire courte, well they never did
On pensait trouver un sens à perdre l’innocence
On entend juste les bruits des briquets in between the songs
I’ve been around, mais là j’tourne en rond
La ligne orange me semble tellement longue
J'écris des verses en anglais dans mes cours de français
Toujours en retenue, aucune retenue, on retient l’essentiel
On s’improvise des stars, y’a rien d'écrit dans le ciel
On veut des suites présidentielles pour nous représenter
You know what I’m sayin' (on a)
On veut grandir trop vite
Petit Frère rêve de finir Infamous ou Notorious
On a suivi le Blueprint comme la peinture à numéros
On a ignoré les Fugees, brulé toutes les lumières rouges
On s’est mis à peser, avant de peser les pour ou contre
Tout le monde s’en balance autant que ça balance au bout du compte
Un jour on deal, un jour on deal with it
faire des bump de kétamine
C’est fou comment t’as flip boy
T'étais juste un skater man
Whatever man, j’ai jamais fait de cocaine juste pour le record
Si je t’ai déjà dit que c'était ok, est-ce qu’on peut m’quoter quelqu’un?
I’m still drinking, I’m still smoking
Yeah, j’ai aucune excuse
I’m still drinking, I’m still smoking
Such a broken record
Combien de bouteilles j’ai pour avec eux
Vécu dead poor
Trier les bouteilles pour la récup', pour le record
Pour mille good on a fait Gullywood
Si fallait le refaire, shit, I gully would
On rêve de marcher dans la cour des grands avec nos fake IDs
On peut pas rentrer dans le club avec nos espadrilles
J’avais le plan infaillible pour sortir du hood
Longue histoire courte, well I guess I did
Je t’ai toujours dit que j’allais devenir un rapper quand j'étais petit
Juste au cas où ce soit vrai, j’pourrai dire: «j'l'avais prédit «Well mon gars, j’l’aurai prédit
C’est comment je saurais que dire mais d’ici mercredi j’aurai signé mon
deuxième record deal
Still, mon second family reste un cercle fermé
Respect le label, still ain’t nothing they could tell me devant deux milles
mains dans les airs
After all this time, on a transformé nos rêves d’adolescence en dollar signs

(translation)

We dream of walking in the big leagues with our fake IDs
But we can't walk into the club with our sneakers on
Everybody's got the foolproof plan to get out of the hood
Long story short, well they never did
We thought we found meaning in losing innocence
We just hear the sounds of the lighters in between the songs
I've been around, but now I'm going around
The orange line seems so long to me
I write verses in English in my French lessons
Always restrained, no restraint, we retain the essential
We improvise stars, there's nothing written in the sky
We want presidential suites to represent us
You know what I'm sayin' (on a)
We wanna grow up too fast
Little Brother dreams of finishing Infamous or Notorious
We followed the Blueprint like paint by numbers
We ignored the Fugees, burned all the red lights
We started to weigh, before we weighed the pros and cons
Everyone sways as much as it sways in the end
One day we deal, one day we deal with it
bump ketamine
It's crazy how you flip boy
You were just a skater man
Whatever man, I never did cocaine just for the record
If I already told you it was ok, can someone quote me?
I'm still drinking, I'm still smoking
Yeah, I have no excuse
I'm still drinking, I'm still smoking
Such a broken record
How many bottles do I have for them
lived dead poor
Sort the bottles for the recovery, for the record
For a thousand good we did Gullywood
If I had to do it again, shit, I gully would
We dream of walking in the big leagues with our fake IDs
We can't walk into the club with our sneakers on
I had the foolproof plan to get out of the hood
Long story short, well I guess I did
I always told you I was gonna be a rapper when I was little
Just in case it's true, I could say, "I predicted it" Well man, I predicted it
That's how I would know what to say but by Wednesday I'll have signed my
second record deal
Still, my second family remains a closed circle
Respect the label, still ain't nothing they could tell me in front of two thousand
hands in the air
After all this time, we turned our teenage dreams into dollar signs