[Chorus: Roméo Elvis]
Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad
That's what they want us to think
With their fucking newspapers
They say we gave up, that we're on our way out
We still managed to gather a crowd
It's time to fuck them hard
They thought we were asleep
Yeah, anyone can put in work
But no one handles the mic like me
Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad
That's what they want us to think
With their fucking newspapers
They say we gave up, that we're on our way out
We still managed to gather a crowd
It's time to fuck them hard
They thought we were asleep
Yeah, anyone can put in work
But no one handles the mic like me

[Verse 1: Roméo Elvis]
The people passing by know BX
Pass me the bag of skunk
Chilling on the couch, I play Grems' track four times
It's a banger, I study the music
And I'm high, high, high
High, high, high, high alone
Pack your bags, leave the country when summer comes
I ask myself, "Why stay in my crib?"
The world is big, I wait on no one
To move, the world is big
I wait on no one
To move, move

[Verse 2: Grems]
First time I went to BX by train, if only you knew
I live in a country, bro, they took my kids
They took my fingerprints
Become Walloon or Flemish, or else go to India
Fabien told me there were only good people
A lot more parties and things with no tomorrow
Cheap rent, $10 restaurants, good
Back home, there's not even a chair for pregnant women
Showing off here is not just a stepping stone
It's a reality, love, Valentine's Day
I ate Italian, I ate plantain
Finally found my place, I'm finally a prince
I walk around without a gun, bro, there's no one-way mirrors
Coming from Paname's 20th arrondissement like a broke Arab
It's a never-ending walk, all these women drive me crazy
That was my ride and my vibe till I was 35
First time I went to BX by train
First time I went to BX by train
I didn't know where to go, I was broke
First time I went to BX by train, they welcomed me
They're good people, bro, they're some real ones
We lent each other speakers, mics, turntables
We fucked each other into princes
First time I went to BX by train

[Chorus: Roméo Elvis]
Brussels is the capital of a country gone bad
That's what they want us to think
With their fucking newspapers
They say we gave up, that we're on our way out
We still managed to gather a crowd
It's time to fuck them hard
They thought we were asleep
Yeah, anyone can put in work
But no one handles the mic like me

[Outro: Grems]
It's Le Motel and Roméo Elvis
The fries are top quality, Grems
It's Le Motel and Roméo Elvis
The fries are top quality, Grems