[LYRICS from "ZANDVOORT PALACE" ft. Sofiane Pamart]

[Intro: B.B. Jacques and Sofiane Pamart]
Let's go
Here we go, bro
Zandvoort Palace
My mother, she had told me

[Verse 1: B.B. Jacques]
Babe, I took a suite at 400 eu', tonight, I feel guilty
We don't care about money, in real life, but I had to talk about it on fifteen sounds so that I finally desacralize
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 this little drunken thing
I know we are good men all that, my reuf
But when you suffer, you have to say it, my brother
Breath, it's not so dark outside
It's just on our hearts, there's so much dust
Damn, but how could I take so much without giving back a little?

[Chorus: B.B. Jacques]
I met an angel in the parking lot, he did me so much good
He didn't give a fuck
Alone, he had to take care of his four children
Fifty-one pins
Four angels in the trunk, two others in the sky
An angel in the parking lot, he did me so much good
He didn't give a fuck
He had to take care of his four children
Fifty-one pins, four angels in the trunk
Two others in the sky
Amen
[Verse 2: B.B. Jacques]
He had this way of giving clean to those who have nothing
Hell, there are those who go there and those who come back
Hey, Sofiane, we have to stop working, take a breather, watch movies
The memory of a summer night under the gaze of the stars
I wanted to drown in his eyes, we got lost in the gaze of others
I listen to the sea, I write, a glass of white wine warms my heart
In truth, I don't deserve all that, I'm just the messenger of something bigger
Tomorrow, the sky may be clearer, dim the room so we can see the charm of the city
Suddenly, it's you who fucks her, suddenly, it's her, that's how it is, that's the charm of life
What has changed is how people perceive me, okay, I admit, there's what we spend, what we perceive
We're cowards, we wanted to be someone, we didn't have the courage to be nobody
Hey, son of a bitch, do you think it's not pe-ra, do you think I'm slamming?
I had to give, I have to give, damn
I can't just say thank you: Fuck his mother, it's my fault
I said twelve times in a row that I wanted to live off this
Thank God, I still have faith
It's been two years that I come close to burnout every week
LNSC, PDP, NBOW: the soundtrack of my life is beautiful
Like Tesson, I felt alive coming close to death from the rooftops of my city
Doomed 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 that is ephemeral, like the doubts of the day before
Here, take my money, take all the fame
You will lose yourself in illusions after two weeks
You want to make the artist that is invested crari
Come on, take the expense reports
Now, before listening to this album again
Take ten minutes, just try to write two phases
When it will be thirty and your page will be blank
There, you will have understood that NBOW will be great
[Verse 3: B.B. Jacques]
Hey, I could have given them subtitles, in real life, I didn't plan anything, I felt everything
Any way I fuck you, whether in TN or cowboy boots, no thank you, there, I'm having fun
Damn I'm digressing shit, I'd better stop there
Tonight, I feel good as if you were there
Let them flow, you don't have to wipe away your tears
She still had a smile on 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 have to get some sleep, I'm supposed to leave the room at ten
Will the rising sun warm us? It's us, we were coming like the 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 have some notebooks before I got this pen
Redlight, two hours, I take it upon myself not to go see this bitch
Two twenty-two, I ask for champagne, they bring it back to me late and not enough bubbles
We shone in spite of ourselves like the eyes of this eagle
Sorry, babe, but you don't fit into this week's schedule
It's the cques-J 'and it is expensive this seed
I watch you enjoy for a moment, that you leave this world
On the verge of getting them to sign contracts before knocking them out
I put such pressure on myself for December, I almost finished the bum-al before it was summer
She carried the weight of her beauty, the little ones, they said goodbye to the birds that shit on them
Sometimes that's how it is, life is beautiful
Drive around town, on a VanMoof and then fuck his mother
[Outtro: BB Jacques]
I met an angel in the parking lot and he did me so much good
He didn't give a fuck
Alone, he had to take care of his four children
Fifty-one pins
Four angels in the trunk, two others in the sky
Mohammad
He had this way of giving clean to those who have nothing