From party to party
From party to party

Aftershow party at Mediaspree
The sun of the night is reflected in the water
Cheap people in expensive clothes
I'm not on the list but I come plus eight
Big buffet, finger food on the table
I grab it, everything's free, a little booze for me
The skirts are short and the watches are chic
So many artists are here, but no son of a bitch smokes
In no time a blunt is rolled
It's nice to see, without showing off
The suit wearers are disgusted, uncomfortable, I have the urge to go
To the hip-hop party
They treat themselves to coke and Jim Beam
And everyone is as high as Marley
They treat themselves wherever you look
To the guards: "Please step aside with you
Because the pussies just run past"
Kanacken and blacks invented hip-hop, but bouncers don't let them in
Didn't think about it, it's Saturday night
There's a beautiful bitch, there's an evil look
You get groped and stupidly approached
You scream in my ear, but I don't hear anything
Vodka-energy, weed and sweat
Every spastic in here knows my name
Rap Asi audience, pretty nice
No guarantee that it stays peaceful

Burn your Harley
Give me the edge like Charlie
I check the situation
Roll from party to party
You hold my hair
I smell my own flag
Back out onto the street
Roll from party to party

From party to party
They treat themselves to coke and Jim Beam
And then back out onto the street
We dance like Roma and Sinti
Roll from party to party
They treat themselves wherever you look
And everyone is as high as Marley, as Marley, as Marley, as Marley

They treat themselves, treat themselves
They t-t-t-treat themselves
They treat themselves, treat themselves
They t-t-t-t-

Come into the club, all eyes are on it
Find me a druggie, he buys one
Everyone talks to me, asks if I need anything
The basses so loud, almost deafening
They shuffle to the beat, sniff the weed
Run to the bathroom so no one sees them
Bodies sweaty, mood heated
Smoke alone because no one here smokes
See this prima ballerina, dances like a little elf
She shoots an E, but only half at first
You can't handle it, always follow your nose
Because you know you can blow, but you say it's not true
Enjoy the freak show and build a blunt, relaxed
Zombies out of control, everyone throws, no one catches
I don't give a shit as long as my bag is still burning

Burn your Harley
Give me the edge like Charlie
I check the situation
Roll from party to party
You hold my hair
I smell my own flag
Back out onto the street
Roll from party to party

From party to party
They treat themselves to coke and Jim Beam
And then back out onto the street
We dance like Roma and Sinti
Roll from party to party
They treat themselves wherever you look
And everyone is as high as Marley, as Marley, as Marley, as Marley

They treat themselves, treat themselves
They t-t-t-treat themselves
They treat themselves, treat themselves
They t-t-t-t-

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