[Lyric] SCH - Corrida English Translation (Genius English Translations)

[SCH – Corrida/ English Translation]

[1st verse]
I’ll tell you farewell on the corridor, ten years I haven't slept
If we draw the pew, it's a Corrida, cheesy backwoods like a Cohiba
Central calls me, it's the detention, we got the force without the water retention
Y'know we succeed with no pretention, my pussy stashes the kilos near the trolly
Godless and lawless to protect my network, I protected the reasons behind my acts
I protected madre, I protected my ship
And if I show up it’s for the pesos

[Pre-Chorus]
Worries, all the time but nothing that would change my life
A smile from you and I’ll reach for the moon
Doesn’t matter if you don’t like me, means there’s nothing else to do
Sirens, flashing lights

[Chorus]
Handcuffed in the civiies' car, Paname is so far away
She wants me to take her out on a stroll at Dolce Gabbana
At night I’m drunk off Havana
We produce the product, the trap we manage
Paname is so far away
She wants me to take her out on a stroll at Dolce Gabbana
At night I’m drunk off Havana, oh
[2nd verse]
There’s nothing left to pop, nothing left to celebrate, nothing has been posted since
Fire in the thoughts, since we've been hurt, since we were children
Avenue Montaigne, and Marseilles is my life, I have a whole gang
Making money, we know how, and I do not expect nothing from anyone
I act as if I had everything to build, I act as if I’m never going to leave
Hash and hyperactive kids, she's clinging to me when she hears the sums
Haters told me : “Yeah, it’s your fault, you let your heart be exposed”
I’ve went through storms and flames and I don’t have anything to prove them

[Pre-Chorus]
Worries, all the time but nothing that would change my life
A smile from you and I’ll reach for the moon
Doesn’t matter if you don’t like me, means there’s nothing else to do
Sirens, flashing lights

[Chorus]
Handcuffed in the civiies' car, Paname is so far away
She wants me to take her out on a stroll at Dolce Gabbana
At night I’m drunk off Havana
We produce the product, the trap we manage
Paname is so far away
She wants me to take her out on a stroll at Dolce Gabbana
At night I’m drunk off Havana, oh

[Outro]
Forty thousands in the tip (in the tip), of course we know what to do
Vicious guys around, envy is bad
Forty thousands worries but hey, a pad for my mother
Garantee if we put on the gloves, there’s no going backwards (no going backwards, no going backwards)