Nappeux [English translation]

Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad

That's what they want us to think

With their fucking newspapers

They say we gave up, that we're on our way out

We still managed to gather a crowd

It's time to fuck them hard

They thought we were asleep

Yeah, anyone can put in work

But no one handles the mic like me

Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad

That's what they want us to think

With their fucking newspapers

They say we gave up, that we're on our way out

We still managed to gather a crowd

It's time to fuck them hard

They thought we were asleep

Yeah, anyone can put in work

But no one handles the mic like me

The people passing by know BX

Pass me the bag of skunk

Chilling on the couch, I play Grems' track four times

It's a banger, I study the music

And I'm high, high, high

High, high, high, high alone

Pack your bags, leave the country when summer comes

I ask myself, "Why stay in my crib?"

The world is big, I wait on no one

To move, the world is big

I wait on no one to move, move

First time I went to BX by train, if only you knew

I live in a country, bro, they took my kids

They took my fingerprints

Become Walloon or Flemish, or else go to India

Fabien told me there were only good people

A lot more parties and things with no tomorrow

Cheap rent, $10 restaurants, good

Back home, there's not even a chair for pregnant women

Showing off here is not just a stepping stone

It's a reality, love, Valentine's Day

I ate Italian, I ate plantain

Finally found my place, I'm finally a prince

I walk around without a gun, bro, there's no one-way mirrors

Coming from Paname's 20th arrondissement like a broke Arab

It's a never-ending walk, all these women drive me crazy

That was my ride and my vibe till I was 35

First time I went to BX by train

First time I went to BX by train

I didn't know where to go, I was broke

First time I go to BX by train, they welcomed me

They're good people, bro, they're some real ones

We lent each other speakers, mics, turntables

We fucked each other into princes, first time I went to BX by train

Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad

That's what they want us to think

With their fucking newspapers

They say we gave up, that we're on our way out

We still managed to gather a crowd

It's time to fuck them hard

They thought we were asleep

Yeah, anyone can put in work

But no one handles the mic like me

It's time to fuck them hard

They thought we were asleep

Yeah, anyone can put in work

But no one handles the mic like me

It's Le Motel and Roméo Elvis, the fries are top quality, Grems

It's Le Motel and Roméo Elvis, the fries are top quality, Grems