Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Who do you, who do you, who, crazy, crazy
Who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
Who, ?('Sup, Hägi)

I scam tourists with Lucky P-Berg and then we split it
Make the best of it, where neighbors jump without a parachute
Don't stay longer than I have to, do you have boxes with you
And I say yes, but lie when she asks: "Are you coming soon?" (I'm outside)
Outside cold, yeah, we hang out in the stairwell at night
Think of mom, yeah, and look up at the stars
Fill the cups up, your world is too gray for me
L-U-C-K-Y and L-U-V
They didn't believe in us at all, it's disgusting how they come around today
I drink to you with the real ones, paper cups full to the brim
Let something roll in the shaft or have a session
And roll a fat one, shit, I forgot the line
Ate shit for too long, used to have small change in jeans
Swear, soon I'll get chrome rims for my 316i
Keep going, keep going until we earn bills
You can go back to your city because mine doesn't love you

Junkies sleep on cardboard, balloons on facades
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you
Tag before the Amcas come, "A.C.A.B." on train wagons
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you
Junkies sleep on cardboard, balloons on facades
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you
Tag before the Amcas come, "A.C.A.B." on train wagons
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you

Hey, I don't give a damn who you are
No matter how long you've been here, you'll always be a tourist to me
The city is too dreary for you, but I'm doing great here
Alcohol in the bloodstream, do some tags on the subway
Smoke a log away in the Uber, from Grenzallee to Schönhauser
Broski sends videos from prison, "NO MOOD" is on TV right now
Paint my name on the house wall, stable like the gold price
In mode through the capital, do what I want, full-time
Fuck, the stuff tears, get stuck on NATO wire
Day and night on a level, stick the bottle under the anorak
Do what I like right now, this goes out to the kids and bros
From P-Berg in the old building to Gropiusstadt in the high-rise
Where money is as tight as living space, earning bills outside
For a BMW E38 740i
And safe, Berlin spits you out shortly after you move here
You can go back to your city because mine doesn't love you

Junkies sleep on cardboard, balloons on facades
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you
Tag before the Amcas come, "A.C.A.B." on train wagons
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you
Junkies sleep on cardboard, balloons on facades
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you
Tag before the Amcas come, "A.C.A.B." on train wagons
Berlin doesn't love you, no, Berlin doesn't love you

All of Berlin hates the police
All of Berlin hates the police
All of Berlin hates the police
All of Berlin hates the police

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