(Achprodd Beats)

Dirty days, yeah, let me tell you, bro
Put it on the scale, no question, it's dishonorable
But by now I also keep my feet still
Because I now find a door that no further tear drops
I remain a Brakka-Boy and have my pockets full
I do what I want, and never what I should do here
Because they want to catch me, I jump from the balcony
And run in my TNs faster than runners in the marathon
Bebé, say, you know I was the perpetrator
I'm always on the move, that's why we meet at night
Are always under stress because our flex makes your jaw crack
Have stones on my way, I push them away and make a few million snaps

Tell me, when does it stop?
I hear voices in my head
Yes, the scent of the street is tempting
Mom, forgive me
Tell me, when does it stop?
I hear voices in my head
Yes, the scent of the street is tempting
Mom, forgive me

Oh, my Jolie
I'm awake again at night, for Mula through Khattab
Always hustling because money was always tight
Pardonner!
Slowly I'm getting tired, hey
Can't feel love anymore (ey)

Dark circles, tired looks, haven't slept for days
God, forgive, this is the price for every car I steer
I'm a German among Kanaks, never waved the flag
But when it comes down to it, I'm strict, you can ask anyone you know
In my world it's about Euros, can't cope when someone sings
You call for the numbness because your nose is missing like Sphinx
Tunnel vision in an RS, I'm mowing, blink left
I dream of a beautiful melody, but I hear Satan singing

Tell me, when does it stop?
I hear voices in my head, ohh
Tell me, when does it stop?
Please come, say, ey

Oh, my Jolie
I'm awake again at night, for Mula through Khattab
Always hustling because money was always tight
Pardonner!
Slowly I'm getting tired, hey
Can't feel love anymore

Please tell me, when? When?
When, please say, when?

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