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[Lyrics to "The Promise of Dawn"]

[Chorus]
I'm sad my angel, I think back to the time when it was not the same
After the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour
I'm sad my angel, I think back to the time when it was not the same
Before the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour

[Verse 1]
You motherfucker
I can't miss the drop after everything I've been through
Erase the heart I drew on the steamy window
Stop chasing silver, gold is the rush
Whoever says rap is dead claimed to have killed it
I was asked to hit hard so if I draw it's to kill
I get angry, I let you die
What I suffered from, I didn't see it get worse
The gain is not made without sweating
The prince is not censored
Double life, mom told me "you know, Tino, you have to stay chic
You have to explain to me what snitches are"
"Oh, don't worry it's nothing"
"Hello? Hello, still there? No? Well, don't worry, it doesn't matter"
Baby asks me "who the fuck is B.B. Jacques?" (Eh)
She makes me notice that there are two wavy blond hairs on this fucking sheet
And there I explain that B.B. Jacques is the guy who talks to me when baby is talking
The guy who knocks when Tino leaves
Am I breaking faces if I don't break the door
Is it because I drank that I see her double
Or is she just a strong enough woman?
Double life, mom told me "you know Tino you have to stay chic"
"Gotta stay classy"
I feel alone
Once alone at home I would like to be somewhere else
So fuck you
I raise all my fingers to you
I lift all the weights
Just tell me what do you want from me?
I give up on her, I wanted you
[Bridge]
How can you go home, if you don't have a car
When French rap has style, it's Belgian rap
She takes off her gray sweater, she keeps her beige stockings
I have to dilate his pupils, so that I calm down
How can you go home, if you don't have a car
When French rap has style, it's Belgian rap
She takes off her gray sweater, she keeps her beige stockings
I have to dilate his pupils, so that I calm down

[Verse 2]
Once mixed with the crowd, I make a stain
When you put the liquor in my mouth is careful
I had to do what too few allow themselves
I stayed chic that they all go to be put
I wrote about a chaos that I named "Everything that others do wrong"
A quality 32 has become a rare commodity
Que calor, vámos a la jonquera
So what? I watch the black bandera float
Actually Beirut was Pompeii
Either we arm ourselves or we perish
And to say that we live everything we can-ra
The little we have, well, we deserve it
Money, there are those who run after it
Those born with it and those who inherit it
I hate money when you spread it out, me
[Chorus]
I'm in pain, my angel, I think back to the time when it wasn't the same
After the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour
I'm in pain, my angel, I think back to the time when it wasn't the same
Before the rain, the good weather but just before the dirty downpour