Scorpion
D.Trac3d Lyrics
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Comme un grand fauve qui dévore la nuit
Le code de la route est à l'agonie
Infernale Toyota Camry
Pour la folie du poulet frit
Véritable cauchemar sur quatre roues
La résurrection d'la salade de chou
Le diable attend son corps-cuisse
Avec un extra-side de frite
Hey c'est le scorpion rouge
Hey c'est le scorpion rouge
Les portent l'enfer s'ouvrent
Et derrière le volant du scorpion rouge
Le livreur fonce comme le ferait une louve
Il laisse des traces de pneus sur les pelouses
Ne s'arrête pas aux lumières rouges
Les ados qu'il croise le trouvent cool
L'exaltation du nouveau chapitre.
Le road-trip du p'tit pain diabolique
La frénésie sous la carrosserie pour le retour d'la rôtisserie
Dans une odeur de coq rôti
Hey c'est le scorpion rouge
Hey c'est le scorpion rouge
Les portent l'enfer s'ouvrent
The song “Scorpion” by D.Trac3d paints a vivid picture of a high-speed car chase through the city streets. The lyrics describe a Toyota Camry revving its engine like a wild beast as it speeds through the nearly empty streets, disregarding traffic laws with reckless abandon. The “scorpion rouge” (red scorpion) at the wheel of the car is a delivery driver, frantically darting through the city to make his deliveries on time. The references to poultry (“poulet frit” and “corps-cuisse”) suggest that the deliveries are fast food orders.
The song describes the car as a “véritable cauchemar sur quatre roues” (nightmare on four wheels) and the driver as a “louve” (she-wolf) racing through the city. The image of the delivery car leaving tire tracks on the lawns it crosses adds to the sense of lawlessness and danger. It’s clear that the driver is in a rush and willing to risk everything to make his deliveries. Despite his dangerous driving, the young people he encounters along the way find him “cool.”
Overall, “Scorpion” is a fast-paced, energetic song that captures the feeling of a high-speed car chase. It’s a song about youthful rebellion and the thrill of living on the edge, and the lyrics paint a vivid picture of this world.
Line by Line Meaning
Dans la ville morte, son moteur qui rugit
In a dead city, the loud roar of the engine of the car
Comme un grand fauve qui dévore la nuit
The car sounds like a wild beast devouring the night
Le code de la route est à l'agonie
The rules of the road are being disregarded
Infernale Toyota Camry
The Toyota Camry is a hellish machine
Pour la folie du poulet frit
Driven by the craziness for fried chicken
Véritable cauchemar sur quatre roues
A true four-wheeled nightmare
La résurrection d'la salade de chou
The resurrection of a forgotten fast food item
L'asphaltes qui brûle sous ses pneus qui crissent
The asphalt burns beneath the screeching tires
Le diable attend son corps-cuisse
The devil eagerly awaits his chicken thigh
Avec un extra-side de frite
Served with an extra side of fries
Hey c'est le scorpion rouge
Hey, it's the red scorpion
Les portent l'enfer s'ouvrent
The gates of hell are opening
Et derrière le volant du scorpion rouge
Behind the wheel of the red scorpion
Le livreur fonce comme le ferait une louve
The delivery driver speeds like a wolf on the hunt
Il laisse des traces de pneus sur les pelouses
Leaving tire tracks on the lawns
Ne s'arrête pas aux lumières rouges
Does not stop at red lights
Les ados qu'il croise le trouvent cool
The teenagers he passes by think he's cool
L'exaltation du nouveau chapitre.
The excitement of a new chapter
Le road-trip du p'tit pain diabolique
A road trip for the devilish little sandwich
La frénésie sous la carrosserie pour le retour d'la rôtisserie
The frenzy under the hood for the return to the rotisserie joint
Dans une odeur de coq rôti
In the smell of roasted chicken
Hey c'est le scorpion rouge
Hey, it's the red scorpion
Les portent l'enfer s'ouvrent
The gates of hell are opening
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Maxime Gervais
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Arthur Vit
Good tune, love it
Nicolò Neal
hutch, prop hunt, great music, wow