Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scars Kent, artist - Scars. Album song Je suis comme ça, in the genre Реггетон
Date of issue: 13.04.2017
Record label: Couleur
Song language: French
Scars Kent(original) |
Toujours entre deux mondes, oui, ça fait long time |
Ils veulent connaître ma double identité, wouho-ho |
Docta, la journée; |
le soir, derrière l’mic |
Oui, ils m’appellent «Scars Kent» |
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Ça chill et ça chill, et ça kick, roulez avec le Doc |
Mais j’te respecte trop pour pouvoir t’dire: «Bitch, I’m a boss» |
, donc j’me demande c’que j’vais t’dire |
Chanteur ou médecin? |
Oui, c’est à toi de m’le dire |
Pas en place et taffe pour une copine |
Cette vie te va un temps, puis tu m’demandes de choisir |
J’suis désole si t’as l’impression d'être la victime |
Mais les sentiments étaient fictifs, comme si tu m’voyais en vitrine |
Plus de time pour les obstacles de taille |
La musique dans mes veines, donc t'étonne pas si j’me taille |
«Et le style, et le style, et le style»: ils en oublient l’travail |
Ça fait un bail qu’on fait les bayes, t'étonne qu’aujourd’hui j’graille |
Les collègues me demandent tout l’temps quand j’vais m’arrêter |
Faire mon métier à part entière et fonder un foyer |
Entre deux mondes, j’me sens comblé, et je n’pense qu'à batailler |
Pour m'épanouir, j’ai besoin d'ça, pas d’une vie d’salarié |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
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Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
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Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
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Scars Kent |
Avec mes rêves, oui, j’ai grandi, ma volonté, oui, je la brandis |
Viser même jusqu'à l’infini, même quand l’espoir reste minime |
Vrai donc inimitable, mon ambition: inarrêtable |
Tranchant au mic comme un sabre, oui, j’ai les crocs donc à table |
Cahiers d’textes dans le cartable, j’me mets la pression comme en garde-à-v' |
Dans une prison à Alcatraz, je m’en évade sans laisser de trace |
«Tracer ta route»: t’es marrant, imagine la tête des parents |
Malgré ça, plus aucun doute, du moins, plus aucun d’apparent, non |
Toujours entre deux mondes, oui, ça fait long time |
Ils veulent connaître ma double identité, wouho-ho |
Docta, la journée; |
le soir, derrière l’mic |
Oui, ils m’appellent «Scars Kent» |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
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(translation) |
Always between two worlds, yes, it's been a long time |
They want to know my double identity, wouho-ho |
Docta, the day; |
in the evening, behind the mic |
Yeah they call me 'Scars Kent' |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent |
It chill and it chill, and it kick, roll with the Doc |
But I respect you too much to be able to tell you: "Bitch, I'm a boss" |
, so I wonder what I'm going to tell you |
Singer or doctor? |
Yes, it's up to you to tell me |
Out of place and puff for a girlfriend |
This life suits you for a while, then you ask me to choose |
I'm sorry if you feel like the victim |
But the feelings were fictitious, like you saw me in the window |
More time for high obstacles |
Music in my veins, so don't be surprised if I carve |
"And the style, and the style, and the style": they forget the work |
We've been doing the bayes for a while, are you surprised that today I graille |
Colleagues ask me all the time when I'm going to stop |
Do my job in my own right and make a home |
Between two worlds, I feel fulfilled, and I only think about fighting |
To flourish, I need that, not a life as an employee |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent |
With my dreams, yes I grew, my will, yes I wield it |
Aim even to infinity, even when hope remains minimal |
True therefore inimitable, my ambition: unstoppable |
Sharp on the mic like a saber, yes, I have the fangs so at the table |
Textbooks in the binder, I put pressure on myself as if on guard |
In a prison in Alcatraz, I escape without a trace |
"Draw your path": you're funny, imagine the parents' faces |
Despite that, no more doubt, at least no more apparent, no |
Always between two worlds, yes, it's been a long time |
They want to know my double identity, wouho-ho |
Docta, the day; |
in the evening, behind the mic |
Yeah they call me 'Scars Kent' |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
Scars Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent, Kent |
Scars Kent, Scars Kent |
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