Let's go
(Let's go, brother)

Zandvoort Palace
My mother, she had told me
Babe, I took a suite for 400 euros
Tonight, I feel guilty
We don't really care about money
But I had to talk about it
In 15 songs, so I could finally demystify it
My mother, she had told me
I was like you, I couldn't believe it
We could have gotten lost, blinded in an ivory tower

When harmony gives us that little touch of intoxication
I know, we're men, all that, my bro
But when you suffer, you have to say it, my brother
Breathe, it's not so dark outside
It's just that our hearts have so much dust
Damn, how could I take so much without giving back a bit?

I met an angel in the parking lot, he did me so much good
He had other things to do
Alone, he had to take care of his four children
Fifty-one years old
Four angels in the trunk, two others in the sky
An angel in the parking lot, he did me so much good
He had other things to do
He had to take care of his four children
Fifty-one years old, four angels in the trunk
Two others in the sky
Amen

He had this way of giving typical of those who have nothing
Hell, there are those who go there and those who come back
Hey Sofiane, we need to stop working
Take a break, watch some movies
Memory of a summer night under the gaze of the stars
I wanted to drown in her eyes, we got lost in the gaze of others
I listen to the sea, I write, a glass of white wine warms my heart
Honestly, I don't deserve all this, I'm just the messenger of something bigger

Tomorrow, the sky might be clearer
Dim the room, so we can see the charm of the city
Sometimes you screw it, sometimes it screws you
That's how it is, it's the charm of life
What has changed is how people perceive me, okay
I admit, there's what we spend, what we receive
We're cowards, we wanted to be someone
We didn't have the courage to be nobody
Hey, son of a bitch, you think this isn't rap, you think I slam?
I had to give, I have to give, damn
I can't just say thank you, fuck it, it's my fault
I said twelve times in a row that I wanted to live from this
Thank God, I still have faith
For two years, I've been on the verge of burnout every week
LNSC, PDP, NBOW
The soundtrack of my life is beautiful
Like your songs, I felt alive by flirting with death from the rooftops of my city
Condemned to shine like the Star of David
There are rhymes that bring us closer like Ayane's star
I don't sleep, I enjoy the view

All this is ephemeral, like yesterday's doubts
Here, take my money, take all the fame
You'll get lost in illusions after two weeks
You want to be the invested artist, really
Go ahead, take the expense notes
Now, before re-listening to this album
Take ten minutes, just try to write two lines
When you have thirty and your page is blank
Then you'll understand that NBOW will be great

Hey, I could have put subtitles for them
Honestly, I didn't plan anything, I felt everything
Anyway, I screw you, whether in TNs or cowboy boots
No thanks, I'm having fun here
Damn, I'm getting off track, shit
I better stop here
Tonight, I feel good, as if you were here
Let them flow, you don't have to wipe your tears
You still had a smile at the corner of your lips
I put a bit of us in this album
I hid you again in a few lines
Out of modesty, you know the story, it's already in a few books

It's six o'clock, I need to find sleep
I'm supposed to check out at ten
Will the rising sun warm us?
It's us, we arrived like theme parks
You can't imagine the sacrifices I made
No time for regrets, I know it's done
Love, since everyone is fake
Believe me, I had to throw away notebooks before having this pen
Redlight, two o'clock, I hold myself back from seeing that whore

2:22, I ask for champagne
They bring it late and with not enough bubbles
We shone despite ourselves like the eyes of that eagle
Sorry babe, but you're not in this week's schedule
It's the Queuj' and this seed is expensive
I watch you enjoy for a moment, as you leave this world
On the verge of making them sign contracts before screwing them
I put so much pressure on myself for December I almost finished the album before this summer
She carried the weight of her beauty
The kids said goodbye to the birds that shat on them
Sometimes, that's how it is, life is beautiful
Take a tour of the city, on a VanMoof
And then fuck it

I met an angel in the parking lot and he did me so much good
He had other things to do
Alone, he had to take care of his four children
Fifty-one years old
Four angels in the trunk, two others in the sky
Mohamed

He had this way of giving typical of those who have nothing

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