B.B. Jacques – B.B. Jacques-Océan sonore

B.B. Jacques – B.B. Jacques-Océan sonore Lyrics

Artist: B.B. Jacques
Song: B.B. Jacques-Océan sonore

He insists that i wrap up the mixtape i’ve been thinking about for two years in a week
On a whim, i can do in two days what they are unable to do in twelve weeks
To bring back the client, at first you’re generous
The pe-ra is like drugs, the pe-ra the pe-ra is like drugs, hey

I have a feather but i have no locks
I have talent but i have no friends
I knew where it was going to lead me, i’m not stupid
Either i go into legend, or i go home

Either i format myself for success, or i go home
They didn’t even recognize me, poto stay, it’s me
You have to go
You have to go

I was going to give him the moon for his 23rd birthday
In my heart you’re the first, but on paper you’re the twenty-third
I f#ck the morale of the troops like a skylight at the twenty-third
The #rg#sm is buccal the structure is archaic

When i want a sound i write four
If we look into each other’s eyes, that makes four, two traitors plus two traitors that makes four
When i want a sound i write four
If we look into each other’s eyes, that makes four, two traitors plus two traitors that makes four

Babe, i’m tired
We get used to the crime of facies, to the excess of fatigue
I refuse to wait for tomorrow’s sunbeam
I thought i held a ray of sunshine between my two hands

But i was wrong all along
Head against the metro window, i wake up at the other end of the line
I went around the park three times
I refuse to explain the why of the how, but you have to leave

I did it for love of the gesture, to keep the innocence of the culprit
I recount the butts, i recount the blows
The ardor is only exhausted with both feet in the sh#t
If i promised you the moon, i’ll go get it

From college, i have a dozen reasons to drop out
I give them wrong when i show the example
We have road but no more gas
We’ll stop, not even to pee

Trace
I’m going to put 5, i could have made a 17 tracks
Blm, you don’t have to toast when the 17 is stalking
Baby i have so many bruises

Dignity and culture
I have two farts left in a terracotta pot, 22% battery and two 〈only 1〉
On the verge of putting a minimum wage in a pe-cli
I was at that to cut the production not a blind speech

I can’t name the rivers on which we sailed
But i remember the cities in which we have f#ck, baby
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Release Year: 2021