I'm on my way, no time to lose
Light-blue Picaldi jeans from 2004
A lot has happened, yet we still stay here
Say, how's it supposed to, supposed to be different?
I feel a different high, knock another one back
I line up at the gas station, but I'm filling up on white wine
City boys and everyone's wasted
We don't cook potato pasta, but we make ourselves gnocchi
My God, Charlotte tells me I'm deadly hot
Chill Club East, no stop, hit the bar and grab shots
And when the cash is gone, somebody else just pays
Do you feel what I mean? Brothers are in
Sisters are with me in the wild west of Berlin
Come out of the club at noon, but just stay outside
Go to Mauerpark flea market and buy clothes from 2000
I'm on my way, no time to lose
Light-blue Picaldi jeans from 2004
A lot has happened, yet we still stay here
Say, how's it supposed to, supposed to be different?
Light-blue Picaldi jeans from 2004
A lot has happened, yet we still stay here
Say, how's it supposed to, supposed to be different?
Say, how's it supposed to be different?
Someday I'll be sensible, but I've still got a few years
Why should I be anywhere else?
On my street there's two-fifty wine at the späti and I share
O-o-one stop on the train
But we accidentally rode past
Because I'm flying high again like a falcon with prey
Classic Thursday night
Run through my hood and stay here
Come along with us and I'll show you
We're strays in Nikes and 90s jeans
I've got my boys and I've got my girls
Hear a garbage truck and notice it's late
Look up at the sky and the black slowly turns bluish
I'm on my way, no time to lose
Light-blue Picaldi jeans from 2004
A lot has happened, yet we still stay here
Say, how's it supposed to, supposed to be different?
Light-blue Picaldi jeans from 2004
A lot has happened, yet we still stay here
Say, how's it supposed to, supposed to be different?