Belgian Snow Songtext
von Camur

Ghent, same shit
Red X-time, bitch

I don′t even know, said I won't do coke again
Bump a whole gram, there I go again
Me, Eva, the stims, the xans, stuck on repeat, rinse and cleanse

Night-bus fog through Sint-Pieters rain
Phone light flicker dopamine chain
Postcards home I′ll never send
Every high just loops the end

Belgium with the Belgian snow
Belgium with the Belgian coke
Taxes make me fucking broke
Forty-five percent, I choke

Belgium with the Belgian snow
Belgium with the Belgian coke
Taxes make me fucking broke
Forty-five percent, I choke
I choke
I choke


Nothing makes sense, hate the suspense
Why even try when the past won't end?
Trust me this ain't a lie
So gone I might ghost tonight

UGent need me a cold brew
Dreams that barely grew
Camur in class, half-awake
Wrote Final Note on a tax form page

What happens after? I don′t know
Time for a xan let the seconds slow
Fuck this country, I need my tan
Latina bitches ten out of ten

Belgium with the Belgian snow
Belgium with the Belgian coke
Taxes make me fucking broke
Forty-five percent, I choke

University-can′t do shit
Charlatan-I'm ′bout to trip
Final Note-abandon ship
Red X-time to dip