Yes
L-O-N-G-U-S (L-O-N-G-U-S)
S-I-R-A (S-I-R-A)
S-U-F-F (S-U-F-F)
D-R-U-G-S (D-R-U-G-S)
Beko, Teute

The party is over-over-over, so the after starts
I don't have any more drugs in my pocket, but a stash at home
What "peace, joy, buddy"? Man, this will be a disaster
And we go hard, hard like your mother does your father
The party is over-over-over, so the after starts
I don't have any more drugs in my pocket, but a stash at home
What "peace, joy, buddy"? Man, this will be a disaster
And we go hard, hard like your mother does your father (yeah)

I have SIRA on the beat and we fuck up the speakers
Three in the afternoon, three promille, throwing up thirty-three times
I drink from Thursday to Sunday and also during the week
I can't really take anything anymore, but a beer still goes down
What heartbroken? I get a pain attack (pff)
A beer plus a shot, that's mathematics
Exponential equation, I'm athletic, I perform
Maximum confusion, chalk on my phone
On my clothes you can search, there's no symbol at all
On your ID you can read: You are a little son of a bitch
I am L-O-N-G-U-S, no, I don't know any stop
I hit a half in my head and I wobble like God

The party is over-over-over, so the after starts
I don't have any more drugs in my pocket, but a stash at home
What "peace, joy, buddy"? Man, this will be a disaster
And we go hard, hard like your mother does your father
The party is over-over-over, so the after starts
I don't have any more drugs in my pocket, but a stash at home
What "peace, joy, buddy"? Man, this will be a disaster
And we go hard, hard like your mother does your father

The Keta hits, because I'm with Dobel
Look how the chips fall here, here we plane
Even if I never look like it, believe that I'm happy today
I grab my buddy and take him to the bathroom for some stuff
That's Beko1, I come live with Longus
We have rockstar vibes, let's first get some stuff, a few lines
You're really up for it? Then come into the mosh pit
And put your head in your throat, pour vodka in there
We haven't had enough yet, so we go to the after
All your friends go home, they're afraid of a hangover
And Longus pulls out his phone, gets a taxi, something to bang
BE is never knocked out, I dance the tango on a park bench

The party is over-over-over, so the after starts
I don't have any more drugs in my pocket, but a stash at home
What "peace, joy, buddy"? Man, this will be a disaster
And we go hard, hard like your mother does your father
The party is over-over-over, so the after starts
I don't have any more drugs in my pocket, but a stash at home
What "peace, joy, buddy"? Man, this will be a disaster
And we go hard, hard like your mother does your father

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