(Welcome to the disco)

Walking through the neighborhood on a great day, drunk in the hood, it's twenty degrees
The drink I'm drinking is clear, but bitch, it's not a water glass (ah)
All my buddies are here, I don't care what a bastard says
Chaya gets me ready, we go to the bar, she buys me vodka soda
Rich people snorting coke, next to them a homeless person is sleeping
I'm feeling heavenly and I'm wearing vintage Lacoste like grandpas
My bro doesn't drink rosé, but his drink is still pink
See me going from the pub to the club on an emmy scooter (yes)

I've been a Berliner since I was born, I live here (really)
I meet the sisters and brothers, we get beer at Edeka (beer)
I swear, if I make money with rap, I'll stop dealing Keta (I swear)
I just want to have a case on my neck when I'm on the phone (Ah)
But the Po-Po wants to pick me up as if I were a baby
Forty E's in my jacket and I'm crossing the Schlesi
Filter, tobacco, Papes and Spezi a guy buys at the Späti
A girlfriend gets a capsule, kiss her heart, she puts me
Coming out of the club at sunrise
And I'm fighting with the light, as if I were a Jedi, ah
Briefly depressed, as the white leaves traces like a Yeti (is so)
But I tell you living life feels bomb
Run home cracked, slight sunburn on my face

Walking through the neighborhood on a great day, drunk in the hood, it's twenty degrees
The drink I'm drinking is clear, but bitch, it's not a water glass (ah)
All my buddies are here, I don't care what a bastard says
Chaya gets me ready, we go to the bar, she buys me vodka soda
Rich people snorting coke, next to them a homeless person is sleeping
I'm feeling heavenly and I'm wearing vintage Lacoste like grandpas
My bro doesn't drink rosé, but his drink is still pink
See me going from the pub to the club on an emmy scooter (aha)

Or on an animal or Lime-Bike (Ey)
It's just before four, half time
I write to Aaliyah, Vivy, Mariam
And send the details into the chat (let's go)
Always active, no work-life balance
She wants to dance to UK Garage today
Stay awake until it's light outside
Skipped hours in math and English
Back then with bicycle on streets
Playing with stickers and cards, riding S-Bahn (skkrt-skkrt)
I don't want to wait for the bus anymore
Nike-Tech uniform like soldiers
Pyrenex green like a kiwi, Winterfeldt, eating, Habibi (Yes)
He makes a Ler with Hummus Tahini
Einstein Stammhaus, drinking there (?), ey

I hear your song and think: "What's that, yes?"
We do something and they copy it
A star asks if I can write him a part, but I declined (ah-hah)
Now we are in demand (abow), at twenty-one years old
Skinny bitch in my arm, the club too warm, I drink vodka soda

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS