Hello1990.
I love that.
This is
I'm giving my angels and the devil a kiss
Just look at me, I don't need you
Tears on the ground and open a new one
A weight is stepping into the belly of history
With the rustling fish on the top of the church
I need Buddha, I need Prosecco, Prolete
Ghetto, Propheta, Electro-Chocolate
Ice for the Narpol, fire for Hawaii
I'm giving my angels and the devil a kiss
I'm asking questions in the sense of this thing
Writing letters,
fingers out of my ass
Money, money, money, single in the charts
Ski instructors in the Hague and a holiday house in the
south of Cannes I'm giving my angels and the devil a kiss
Starter,
retrocap,
Eastside,
Tetra Pak Every day an 80 degree rocket attack
Wednesday afternoon,
10 pm at a bar,
I'm freezing in the park
With a city known as Schloss,
a new Snickers as a snack
I'm freezing in the morning, but I'm freezing
I'm freezing in the park,
where I climb the walls in the evening
From 1 to 3, 5 meters, etc.
Jumping boards,
a jump in the full moon,
learning with the boys
Mixing,
mixing,
mixing,
mixing,
mixing,
tears for the ground,
I'm going to the drums
I'm flying with my brums,
only a dark night,
I'm writing in the ground
I'm not talking about art,
I'm writing somewhere out there and I'm hanging out with the boys
Jackets like Bumble,
Bender,
Uma Green,
buying everything you can find in the athletic center
Wearing a lot of sweaters,
just to make the right decision,
Rihna,
Sweetball,
Mellito,
Kleffalter
Hip-Hop is nothing else than a kefir on the Cannes steppe,
the question is who has to throw it and who goes home after that
The stupid drunk from Prellen on the Red Square,
miles away from the music,
but still a great sound,
that's in the middle
Sweet hip-hop,
driving a man and a bomb,
you could have saved,
you punk
I would have snored only if you were a prof,
mostly a fudge from Mike,
shows when it's enough
Today we are 30 and all together,
the late man,
but you never get out of it,
except as we thought
A man with experience,
that's in the middle,
grown up from driving a punk
Son of a...