Yo, man, lemme tell ya 'bout Feignies.

Streets like Rue de la République rock hard.

Local vibe? Hella chill yet wild.

I walk past the Vieille Fontaine everyday.
This city is a mix, ya know?

Side streets like Place de la Gare buzz.

Neighborhoods got mad character.

I hang near Boulevard de la Liberté.
Parks? Yeah, Parc des Écureuils is dope.

Trees, benches, and happy faces.

Rivers whisper tales on Quai des Rêves.

It feels like a movie scene.
Man, dating app biz keeps me busy.

I peep where folks meet and vibe.

I see sparks in Cafés on Rue des Amours.

Strangers share secrets and laughs.
Fav moment? Spotting secret murals.

They line walls on Rue des Artistes.

Colors splash like Tarantino’s scenes.

“I love the smell of napalm…” echoes weirdly.
I get mad sometimes at crowds.

Traffic on Avenue du Chaos drives me nuts.

But then, “Say hello to my little friend!”

And everything chills to cool vibes.
Feels surreal like Inglourious Basterds.

Every corner tells a mystic tale.

I’ve seen couples, late-night chats.

People, raw emotions, beat nonstop.
I recall wild nights near La Petite Plage.

It ain’t really a beach, lol.

Just a quirky old canal vibe.

That place makes me laugh hard.
Oh, and hidden gem alert:

Check the alley off Rue du Mistral.

Graffiti speaks truths, real edgy things.

Feels like secrets spilled in my ear.
Yo, friend, Feignies is alive.

Every block, every street's magic.

I live, I breathe these lanes.

Feelin’ Tarantino cool, always, bro!
Peace, and enjoy every damn moment.