Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Eyes On Me, artist - Sam'sAlbum song Taxi 5, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 05.04.2018
Record label: Capitol Music France
Song language: French
All Eyes On Me(original) |
| On s’dit qu’on aime trop ça |
| Les caisses, mettre l’oseille dans des gros sacs |
| On vit que des choses sales, on sait qu’les pétasses à Melosa |
| On s’dit qu’on est pareil |
| On avance dans l’vide et tant qu’on s’entend |
| Chacun pour soi ensemble, on forge le respect grâce au compte en banque |
| Belle girl jolies fesses, quoi d’neuf on dit quoi |
| Like insta, face, ton filtre tu l’charme |
| D’vant toi t’as le meilleur, ma team j’suis le meneur |
| Grosses s’tapent des gros payeurs, pardonne moi seigneur |
| Fixette sur le pognon, chaque jour dans mon oyo |
| J’cotise pour ma cagnotte, j’m'évade sur un grand yatch |
| Mais pour l’instant au charbon, j’ai ma pioche et ma pelle |
| Condamné toute ma vie entière j’ai pas purgé ma peine |
| C’qui ne tue pas m’endurcie, yo |
| Nuage de fumée j’fais des raids aériens en un tour de magie yo |
| Cigare cubain au bec, matu en mains je fais des selfies |
| Défoncé sur le dancefloor, a ma table deux trois pétasses et quelques ennemis |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club yeah, yeah |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club yeah, ouh |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club |
| Que personne ne parle, laissez moi dans ma bulle |
| Enfumés, laissez passer la brume |
| On pense plus rien, on est tous dans l’abus |
| Tous dans la tise, on dramatise |
| Pour la plupart victime de traumatisme |
| On refait le monde sur le boule d’une tisse-mé |
| On s’comprend pas, tu parles de romantisme |
| Large au départ on est pas difficile |
| Juste de passage et pas d’carte de visite |
| Juste deux trois plaques, on épargne on s’exile |
| Ils veulent pas qu’on rentre donc on braque le vigile |
| Conscient qu’on est bien loin du million |
| Rapaces et vautours dans mon sillon |
| Parfois je m'écarte de ma route, j’suis troublé par son chignon |
| J’suis dans le VIP, rien d’banal |
| Les yeux dans l’vide, rien qu’j’parle mal |
| Les gens m’envie, me toisent normal |
| Mais c’est ainsi, mec c’est pas grave |
| All eyes on me |
| L’ambiance de la nuit et son boucan me console |
| Dans un coin de la boîte sur mon trône je consomme |
| C’qui ne tue pas m’endurcie, yo |
| Nuage de fumée j’fais des raids aériens en un tour de magie yo |
| Cigare cubain au bec, matu en mains je fais des selfies |
| Défoncé sur le dancefloor, a ma table deux trois pétasses et quelques ennemis |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club oh, oh, oh |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club oh, oh, oh |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club yeah, ouh |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club yeah, yeah |
| All eyes on me, c’est moi l’patron du club, club, club |
| (translation) |
| We say to ourselves that we like it too much |
| The crates, put the sorrel in big bags |
| We only see dirty things, we know that bitches in Melosa |
| We tell ourselves that we are the same |
| We advance in the void and as long as we get along |
| Everyone for themselves together, we forge respect through the bank account |
| Beautiful girl pretty ass, what's up we say what |
| Like insta, face, you charm your filter |
| In front of you you have the best, my team I am the leader |
| Big ones take on the big payers, forgive me lord |
| Fixette on the dough, every day in my oyo |
| I contribute for my kitty, I escape on a big yatch |
| But for now in the coal, I have my pickaxe and my shovel |
| Convicted all my whole life I haven't served my sentence |
| What doesn't kill me toughens up, yo |
| Smoke cloud I do air raids in a magic trick yo |
| Cuban cigar in the beak, matu in my hands I take selfies |
| Stoned on the dancefloor, at my table two three bitches and some haters |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club yeah, yeah |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club yeah, ouh |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club |
| Nobody talk, leave me in my bubble |
| Smoky, let the mist pass |
| We don't think anything anymore, we're all in the abuse |
| All in the tise, we dramatize |
| Mostly trauma victim |
| We remake the world on the ball of a weave |
| We don't understand each other, you're talking about romanticism |
| Wide at the start we ain't picky |
| Just passing through and no business card |
| Just two or three plates, we save, we go into exile |
| They don't want us in so we rob the security guard |
| Aware that we are far from the million |
| Raptors and vultures in my wake |
| Sometimes I get out of my way, I'm confused by her bun |
| I'm in the VIP, nothing trivial |
| Eyes in the void, nothing that I speak badly |
| People envy me, look at me normal |
| But that's how it is, man, it doesn't matter |
| All eyes on me |
| The mood of the night and its din consoles me |
| In a corner of the box on my throne I consume |
| What doesn't kill me toughens up, yo |
| Smoke cloud I do air raids in a magic trick yo |
| Cuban cigar in the beak, matu in my hands I take selfies |
| Stoned on the dancefloor, at my table two three bitches and some haters |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club oh, oh, oh |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club oh, oh, oh |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club yeah, ouh |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club yeah, yeah |
| All eyes on me, I'm the boss of the club, club, club |