Genius English Translations – B.B. Jacques – La promesse de l’aube (English Translation) Lyrics

B.B. Jacques – La promesse de l’aube (English Translation) – Genius English Translations Lyrics

I'm sad my angel, I think back to the time when it was not the same

After the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour

I'm sad my angel, I think back to the time when it was not the same

Before the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour

You motherfucker

I can't miss the drop after everything I've been through

Erase the heart I drew on the steamy window

Stop chasing silver, gold is the rush

Whoever says rap is dead claimed to have killed it

I was asked to hit hard so if I draw it's to kill

I get angry, I let you die

What I suffered from, I didn't see it get worse

The gain is not made without sweating

The prince is not censored

Double life, mom told me "you know, Tino, you have to stay chic

You have to explain to me what snitches are"

"Oh, don't worry it's nothing"

"Hello? Hello, still there? No? Well, don't worry, it doesn't matter"

Baby asks me "who the fuck is B.B. Jacques?" (Eh)

She makes me notice that there are two wavy blond hairs on this fucking sheet

And there I explain that B.B. Jacques is the guy who talks to me when baby is talking

The guy who knocks when Tino leaves

Am I breaking faces if I don't break the door

Is it because I drank that I see her double

Or is she just a strong enough woman?

Double life, mom told me "you know Tino you have to stay chic"

"Gotta stay classy"

I feel alone

Once alone at home I would like to be somewhere else

So fuck you

I raise all my fingers to you

I lift all the weights

Just tell me what do you want from me?

I give up on her, I wanted you

How can you go home, if you don't have a car

When French rap has style, it's Belgian rap

She takes off her gray sweater, she keeps her beige stockings

I have to dilate his pupils, so that I calm down

How can you go home, if you don't have a car

When French rap has style, it's Belgian rap

She takes off her gray sweater, she keeps her beige stockings

I have to dilate his pupils, so that I calm down

Once mixed with the crowd, I make a stain

When you put the liquor in my mouth is careful

I had to do what too few allow themselves

I stayed chic that they all go to be put

I wrote about a chaos that I named "Everything that others do wrong"

A quality 32 has become a rare commodity

Que calor, vámos a la jonquera

So what? I watch the black bandera float

Actually Beirut was Pompeii

Either we arm ourselves or we perish

And to say that we live everything we can-ra

The little we have, well, we deserve it

Money, there are those who run after it

Those born with it and those who inherit it

I hate money when you spread it out, me

I'm in pain, my angel, I think back to the time when it wasn't the same

After the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour

I'm in pain, my angel, I think back to the time when it wasn't the same

Before the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour