They say old love never rusts
My friend, head messed up and the vodka flows
Write it down, feel the vibe, feel the nostalgia
Mama prays for me, that God forgives me
SUVs and SLS with gullwing doors
That's the dream that my brothers and I pursue
They only said I was a very unstable dreamer
But today we flex with multi-family houses (flex)
Park dealer business, materialistic
Women love you if you're a capitalist (yeah)
Tom Ford, Grey Goose, SUVs with comfort
I hope someone plays my songs for Alice Schwarzer
Never forgot what defines me
The teacher who laughs at me, a boy who makes it through the rush
Always remain this boy from the Ruhr area
I'm not Michael Jackson, but this is my moonwalk

Roll in the coupe through the city
To Drake, Pac, and Biggie
Marouf, yeah, Habibi-bibi (give it to him)
Roll in the coupe through the city
Shop only chic stuff
Marouf, yeah, Habibi (yeah), bibi (give it to him)

Small to big, everyone greets when I drive around
Mama, I'm rich and we never have to save money again
Chilling here in Neverland, staying Peter Pan forever
And call you a son of a bitch, just because I like to talk that way
Who does the push-ups? Distribute jaw fractures
One wrong word and I'll shoot through your Fila cap
So many pussies, so many euros, and so many kisses
But I'm at home in the block like a satellite dish
Benz coupe GLE, rolling like the Nightrider
Groupie hoes make pretty eyes like an eyeliner
Yesterday on the wanted poster, today on the cover
My teacher never thought, AMG with a sunroof (woo)
Who wants to be a millionaire? Bro, I cracked the formula
Yesterday football stickers, today the Porsche emblem shines (yeah)
But I remain this boy from the Ruhr area
I'm not Michael Jackson, but this is my moonwalk (woo)

Roll in the coupe through the city
To Drake, Pac, and Biggie
Marouf, yeah, Habibi-bibi (give it to him)
Roll in the coupe through the city
Shop only chic stuff
Marouf, yeah, Habibi, -bibi (give it to him)

I sat here on the block, dreamed every night
I trade my job for Benz and palace (hey)
Dreamed of how much cash I'd make, hehe
Never believed how many fans I'd have, eh-eh

Yo, this goes out to all my teachers
Who laughed when I said
"F. Nazizi goes Hollywood!"
This is my moonwalk, you wankers

Roll in the coupe through the city
To Drake, Pac, and Biggie
Marouf, yeah, Habibi-bibi (give it to him)
Roll in the coupe through the city
Shop only chic stuff
Marouf, yeah, Habibi-bibi (give it to him)

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