More songs by Bouss
Description
Love here is not about tenderness, but about a constant game of survival. Who was the first not to reply to a message, who stays silent longer, who is better at pretending that they don't care. Between them there is jealousy, shouting, reconciliation, but also a strange tenderness that holds them together more tightly than any ring.
She is proud, with independence instead of makeup. He is lost between business, mistakes, and the desire to appear strong. Both know that together they hurt each other, but apart it is even worse. It is a story where feelings smell of gasoline and cigarettes, but still warm.
Lyrics and translation
Original
J'ai pas fini de tout baiser. Si j'arrive en crime, c'est que je repars en crime.
J'avais à faire, j'ai raté le date.
Putain, ma belle, je crois qu'elle m'en veut.
En bas, c'est sec, il faut du liquide.
Je navigue dans l'illicite, c'était pas pour le VIP. Au poignet, c'est les menottes ou la Casio.
Elle sait que j'ai pas de taf, mais elle aime les cadeaux. C'est ma belle, le marcel, je l'ai anticipé.
Je sais déjà qui c'est qui appelle.
Elle est fière, elle pleure dans son coin quand je lui réponds pas, ça lui fait de la peine.
Mon amour, là, je suis loin du bails, je sais, je savoure.
Elle va me faire perdre la tête, je t'avoue.
Elle fait son oseille seule.
Ma bella, c'est la seule, la mienne.
Elle dit toujours que les hommes sont tous pareils.
C'est pas intéressant. Les petites embrouilles, il faut enterrer ça.
Que je lui dis que je suis fidèle comme ça.
Que j'ai fik, je suce toutes ces salopes. Elle me demande : c'est qui Mélissa?
Ça va.
Elle fait la bourdeuse, un petit câlin, ça vaut.
Mon amour, là, je suis loin du bails, je savoure.
Elle va me faire perdre la tête, je t'avoue.
Elle fait son oseille seule.
Mon amour, là, je suis loin du bails, je savoure.
Elle va me faire perdre la tête, je t'avoue.
Elle fait son oseille seule.
Elle fait son oseille seule.
English translation
I haven't finished fucking everything yet. If I arrive in crime, it is because I leave in crime.
I had to do, I missed the date.
Damn, my darling, I think she's mad at me.
At the bottom, it's dry, you need liquid.
I navigate the illicit, it wasn't for the VIP. On the wrist, it's handcuffs or the Casio.
She knows I don't have a job, but she likes gifts. It's my darling, the tank top, I anticipated it.
I already know who's calling.
She's proud, she cries in her corner when I don't answer her, it hurts her.
My love, there, I am far from the leases, I know, I savor.
She's going to make me lose my mind, I tell you.
She makes her own sorrel.
My bella is the only one, mine.
She always says that men are all the same.
It's not interesting. Little quarrels, you have to bury that.
That I tell him that I am faithful like that.
That I fik, I suck all these bitches. She asks me: who is Mélissa?
How are you.
She's being silly, a little hug is worth it.
My love, there, I am far from the leases, I savor.
She's going to make me lose my mind, I tell you.
She makes her own sorrel.
My love, there, I am far from the leases, I savor.
She's going to make me lose my mind, I tell you.
She makes her own sorrel.
She makes her own sorrel.