Roméo Elvis - Nappeux (ft. Grems) (English Translation) lyrics

[Chorus: Roméo Elvis]
Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad
That's what they want us to think
With their f*cking newspapers
They say we gave up, that we're on our way out
We still managed to gather a crowd
It's time to f*ck 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 f*cking newspapers
They say we gave up, that we're on our way out
We still managed to gather a crowd
It's time to f*ck them hard
They thought we were asleep
Yeah, anyone can put in work
But no one handles the mic like me

[Verse 1: Roméo Elvis]
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

[Verse 2: Grems]
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 went 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 f*cked each other into princes
First time I went to BX by train

[Chorus: Roméo Elvis]
Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad
That's what they want us to think
With their f*cking newspapers
They say we gave up, that we're on our way out
We still managed to gather a crowd
It's time to f*ck them hard
They thought we were asleep
Yeah, anyone can put in work
But no one handles the mic like me

[Outro: Grems]
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