More songs by Rilès
Description
Main Artist: Rilès
Producer: Rilès
Producer: Wizzle
Producer: Axel Benamar
Composer: Rilès
Composer: Wizzle
Composer: Axel Benamar
Lyricist: Rilès
Lyrics and translation
Original
I don't fuck with nobody, well, myself is enough
Always late to the party, wonder why
I got bad enemies, teaming up, the 3ein
It's when I'm back on my shit
And more than alive, they want me dead
Alright, right
Right
They want me dead, they want me dead
They blowing candles, burning sage
It's not a myth, that I got a skin
Thicker than fairytales, they're writing
They want me dead, they want me dead
They're sticking puppets, making prayers
I fear no demon, I'm finna walk back, on burning bridges then go to hell
Oh, shit, man he dead (oh, shit)
It's not me, it's my Jekyll
I try to hide it on my face, I'm nice
Oh, shit, man he dead (oh, shit, man he dead)
Walking over corpses (Walking over corpses)
I'ma just clean it all, ok (clean it all)
Alright, right
Right
(Strava, Strava, Strava)
Man still on a mission, I'm trying to wash up my sins
Too much on the way, I wait for no angel
I say I'm alive, I know it's a lie
Most times feeling like my life isn't mine
There's too much on the way, none left on the plate
Murder, meditate, and then call it a day
Too much on the way, still tryna find a way
Free me, free me
Free me, free me
Free me, free me
Free me, free me
English translation
I don't fuck with nobody, well, myself is enough
Always late to the party, wonder why
I got bad enemies, teaming up, the 3ein
It's when I'm back on my shit
And more than alive, they want me dead
Alright, right
Right
They want me dead, they want me dead
They blowing candles, burning sage
It's not a myth, that I got a skin
Thicker than fairytales, they're writing
They want me dead, they want me dead
They're sticking puppets, making prayers
I fear no demon, I'm finna walk back, on burning bridges then go to hell
Oh, shit, man he dead (oh, shit)
It's not me, it's my Jekyll
I try to hide it on my face, I'm nice
Oh, shit, man he dead (oh, shit, man he dead)
Walking over corpses (Walking over corpses)
I'ma just clean it all, ok (clean it all)
Alright, right
Right
(Strava, Strava, Strava)
Man still on a mission, I'm trying to wash up my sins
Too much on the way, I wait for no angel
I say I'm alive, I know it's a lie
Most times feeling like my life isn't mine
There's too much on the way, none left on the plate
Murder, meditate, and then call it a day
Too much on the way, still tryna find a way
Free me, free me
Free me, free me
Free me, free me
Free me, free me