B.B. Jacques-f*ck la fame (English translation) lyrics

[Lyrics to "f*ck LA FAME"]

[Intro]
Come on, just try, check
Yeah, my kho, just try

[Verse 1]
Head against the glass, the subject must be clear
Tonight, I feel empty
In fact, I'm the guy we lay our heads on
f*ck his mother, if it's not enough, we rest the 'tape
At the foot of the summit that I must reach
I'm tired but I have to try it
Hooded, I was a badass in front of the station but I have to wait for him
You saw, your cracks, it's your charm, I admit
Babe, hey

[Chorus]
Long live love, f*ck fame
Long live love, long live love, f*ck the fame
Long live love, f*ck fame
If we lеave the stud, it's for the stagе
Long live love, f*ck fame
Long live love, long live love, f*ck the fame
If I leave the stud, it's for the stage
Long live love, f*ck fame
[Bridge]
They have no buzz, they can clash
We were determined like dog punks

[Chorus]
Long live love, f*ck fame
Long live love, long live love, f*ck the fame
If we leave the stud, it's for the stage
Long live love, f*ck the fame (f*ck off)
If we leave the stud, it's for the stage
Long live love, f*ck it

[Verse 2]
My D.A is f*cking French rap
I'm the beast from below, khey
I f*cked them, [I love her/I mix them?] (f*ck off)
We're like the little ones from below
Babe, come in, me, I'm staying in the bar
You know quickly, big kich', little scene, a hotel, a slave b*tch (ouh)
The ques-J', charisma on the beat drop
When musical notes come from numbers
That the water comes from wine and the cigarettes smell of hash
It was melodic, harmonies break our heads, break our heads
If there is ring-per, I fart the tro-m'
Superstitious like the guys from 13
Third album makes me feel like the first
I bugger rap then, I go for a walk
Otherwise, I qué-blo and I'm talking to you about that one
NBOW is visceral, aesthetic
Damn, who was left?
We ended up du-per in our childhood dreams
I have to talk about it without it hurting me
I write, I try to make room
I move away, I'm du-per in the heart of Lutèce
Yesterday, I was like an idiot in the middle of the crowd
In search of voluptuousness, I await the ardor
She wants to know what I do with my life
I'm at war with myself to make classics
[Chorus]
Long live love, f*ck fame
Long live love, long live love, f*ck the fame
Long live love, f*ck fame
If we leave the stud, it's for the stage
Long live love, f*ck fame
Long live love, long live love, f*ck the fame
If I leave the stud, it's for the stage
Long live love, f*ck fame

[Outtro]
I'm at war with myself to make classics
You know your guy, we're going back to Cassis
Oh, it's not like we just broke up
I would have liked to spend with you the money that I took
When notes awaken my pen
Yeah, I know, I took up space, I paid the price of the apartment
It's not like we just broke up
I would have liked to spend with you the money that I took
I put everything back in the bum-al after
To make you feel good
It must hurt me