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letra de b.b. jacques-alex adler - b.b. jacques

[lyrics by ”alex adler”]

[intro]
let’s go
hey
triple f-ck off

[verse 1]
re-tune the guitars, leave room
come on, let’s take a walk in the classy neighborhood
leave a keyboard in the cellars of paris, finish the piano
we talk about the films that rocked us
the time, it passed so quickly together
we were strong, we were afraid of being weak
come, we go out at a time when everyone is done
all that, it’s born to you on a very fine line
i come out of a restless night, it only comes to you with a “i love you”
and i was ready, pretty much
he was a friend, he was a traitor
i could have made a ten titles, there is the background, there is the attitude
i was in the back of the room, i was dying of weariness
we were going around the city on time and the city lights go out
third album, why am i spreading out? eh, f-ck the love
we’ll have to do without it, my mouth
we try, we break the mouth
either way, it’s the same
[bridge]
you know, basically, she was mine
and go, cry, baby, and go, cry
at worst, we try, we break the mouth
come, let’s ride, come, let’s ride
i have two apartments and there is no one in the room
we live our dreams making money
if you want, it’s only luck
come on, come on, let’s ride
then cry, baby, cry
the city wakes up, i leave the room

[verse 2]
a bum-al, it’s like the gue-dro: take what you have to take and don’t confuse the one who sells it to you
come on, we’re locking ourselves up under the weight of our sixteens and your bullsh-t has only rubbed off
triple f-ck off (f-ck off, f-ck off, f-ck off)
i work, i don’t even have the time to do things anymore
he was handsome but he was sad in the summer
it may not be too late
you’re good but there wasn’t too much soul
there was a film but there was no script
change the rhythm, i don’t want these layers
i know, it’s dark but you have to spare us these tears
do we need to get away far to feel alive?
we could have projected ourselves onto an empty building site
we have one hour left to break the hotel room (hey, eh)
no more sancerre by the bottle, there’s no rre-ve (nothing)
the way of life, it’s not very healthy
i was like the other, i was in low battery
[bridge]
come on, come on, let’s ride, come on, let’s ride
a coffee, she gets up early, she stretches
at five o’clock, she scurries off, the rest is a detail
there’s no charm when it’s impeccable
i was listening to the ocean, all i heard was you
the answers, they were right there
come on, come on, let’s ride, if you want, it’s just luck
come on, come on, let’s ride
before, i was broke, i was endearing
come on, come on, let’s ride, hey

[outtro]
come on, let’s go
if you want, it’s only luck
before, i was broke, i was endearing
a bum-al, it’s like the gue-dro: you take what you have to take and don’t confuse the one who sells it to you
nbow

- b b jacques

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