(DLS, please stop, I’m burnin’)
Brr
Straight from Block (Brr), lost feelings from back then (For sure)
We are who we are, still kids of the street (Boh, boh)
Loved by no one and gifted with hearts today
I know where I come from, from where the sun doesn’t shine (Brr)
Fight to the death (Boh), my dad always said so (Dad)
“Stony road, but control your head and keep your heart” (Flex, Flex)
Still not enough sleep because my chest is tight
Don’t give up, look, I’m building my throne, I never want to go back, fighter until death
I’m coming from the blocka, the pain, it’s still there (Yes)
The days go by, but the scars remain deep on my soul, yes (Negro)
Learned with hunger, but still shaped, it’s deep in my head, ah (Grr)
We are different than you, trapped inside, soul from the block, ah (Grr)
Can’t sleep more often at night
I’ve seen far too much suffering and tears in my life, ah
Head is full of demons, I find it hard to believe in love, ah
Stay a kid from the block, bro, no matter what happens today (Yeah)
What happened, brother, is no longer normal
See the street, it makes me emotional
Heart so cold and scarred since childhood
Because we are what we were (Grr)
Straight from Block (Brr), lost feelings from back then (For sure)
We are who we are, still kids of the street (Boh, boh)
Loved by no one and gifted with hearts today
I know where I come from, from where the sun doesn’t shine (Brr)
Fight to the death (Boh), my dad always said so (Dad)
“Stony road, but control your head and keep your heart” (Flex, Flex)
Still not enough sleep because my chest is tight
Don’t give up, look, I’m building my throne, I never want to go back, fighter until death (Ah)
I’m a child of the periphery
Never respect the firm
Big plans like Ribéry
People applaud me when I drive through Vienna
“Mr Ragucci, do you want coffee?”
So deep in the anus of the bourgeoisie
As low as the Brabus in the AMG
Own Amex, own Fefe, own sharp weapon in the safe
These lyrics are reality, not what these rappers tell you
Have respect for Moabit, just like our street, it’s routine for me
Same looks through the retina, same blade in the Blue Jeana, R. (Ahh)
What happened, brother, is no longer normal
See the street, it makes me emotional
Heart so cold and scarred since childhood
Because we are what we were (Grr)
Straight from Block (Brr), lost feelings from back then (For sure)
We are who we are, still kids of the street (Boh, boh)
Loved by no one and gifted with hearts today
I know where I come from, from where the sun doesn’t shine (Brr)
Fight to the death (Boh), my dad always said so (Dad)
“Stony road, but control your head and keep your heart” (Flex, Flex)
Still not enough sleep because my chest is tight
Don’t give up, look, I’m building my throne, I never want to go back, fighter until death
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