LauCarré – Apprendre à perdre Lyrics (English Translation)

[Intro]
Yeah, hey

[Single Verse]
After the Nouvelle École fiasco, a few jokes on Twitter, I was ashamed to go back to the hood
I was so ashamed, I was just hanging out alone in my car, the same song on repeat in my CarPlay
They tell me, “Don’t worry, it’s just a game,” but I’m pissed off about getting dumped like a rookie
Do I know my lyrics were meh? Is it the stress? Maybe a little, anyway
My head hurts, my body aches, tonight my stomach hurts, so I write long sentences until my carotid artery bursts
I want money without necessarily going to college
Would I have been happier if I were in drügs? I don’t know.
All I know is that every week, I do the same thing.
I fall asleep, I wake up, I put on the same outfit as the day before.
All my friends work during the day, so I turn on the PlayStation and play, just to forget, to forget that I’m depressed.
Depressed all year, I tried to travel, I went to Brazil with a couple of friends.
But nothing changed, spoiler alert, I was still feeling down, even by the sea.
Have you ever felt the same way?
Have you ever felt that thing in your body that keeps you from sleeping, or even worse?
Something intense happens in the evenings, even when it’s rare.
The more time passes, the more I develop dark thoughts.
I was 13, I didn’t give a damn about football, all I wanted was to rap.
And I was 15, I didn’t give a damn about football, all I wanted was to rap.
And even when I was 18, I wanted to be like the big shots of 2018.
I go on Sky, people wonder, “Hey, who’s that?” Deep down, it’s never over
Always eyes fixed on infinity
I wanted to rap like Meu-Gui, like Mizzy
Now, I’m in the game, bro
I can’t disappoint those who love me, bro
I do it for those I hung out with in the same hood
I grew a beard
These days I see life in red like a Flamenco supporter
You thought we weren’t tough? I didn’t give up, I rapped in the rain, even when it was hailing
No matter what they think, that’s not going to stop us
Nobody’s going to bury me, least of all a TV show
I’ve racked up more problems, a million more sorrows
Always the same reflections on the stage, I promised
I’ll always be the same and I promised, never any artifice in front of the microphone
This is for my loyal black homies, my white homies, my guys as reliable as Michael
I’m like a nail in Michael’s shoe
We’ll never back down again, I never want to grimace at the price of the latest Nike tracksuits again
I’m sorry, sorry, when you called I couldn’t answer
I’m sorry, I didn’t dare say that everything around me was collapsing
I’m sorry for the lies, the unspoken things Sorry For the WhatsApp texts, the ones I sent back.
Sorry to the two or three women I messed up. I’m not a bad person deep down, it’s just that I communicate badly.
I’m sorry, my producers, my label, I think life is a game where you have to learn to lose.

[Outro: Bigflo and Laucarré]
Uh, you can be grumpy, angry and all that, but less so… Less bitter, actually. That’s it. Bitter, nobody wants to follow a bitter guy.
Hmm. Okay, I’ve been a lot like that lately, yeah, I admit it, I need to check that out.
Take it less seriously, people don’t analyze your lyrics under a microscope.
Hmm, okay.
It just has to be… sincere.