� Yeah, four more hours until the album release I feel like I'm possessing a treasure map Straight back from Berlin, 600 kilometers Purple lights, no flowers, bitch, I'm not a bio-teacher And somewhere in between there's a yellow shine Rapping the last song under time pressure in my basement Everything I have for this *** here is neglected Unfortunately, I don't have time for your language message When the song is through here, a sleeping pill first Let me massage, oiled like a bicycle chain There are a thousand small shindis out there, but no one like me It's not hard to admit when it's easily earned Been on the ball for months, no break Wherever my Yeezys are, it's my home I have a house in Hienz by Valentino Garavani That has nothing to do with German rap anymore, ask Glasabi Yeah, my world is more colorful than the neon light I have scratches from your high heels on the leather seat I'm called more often than the telequiz Call me a German rapper, otherwise the millionaire ***s I talk to a blogger, her heart writes a snow poem Sitting in a restaurant in front of real estate, sea view That's how Solon D is on the ex-Benedict I wonder what kind of life this is This is like the V-Neck, just a small section to the soundtrack Look out my window, this is clout rap Down bed, bigger than the Outback And until I check out here, I have property rights There are no ultra-boos in the outlet Triple whites, *** the price I get them under my hand Mousepad, *** on a new Bugatti You don't wake me up, I'm sitting in a Lamborghini Countach I've been on the road so much, I know every power class Peace to Sonny, Ari, Momo, Gunji, Ali, Ahmad Peace to Jocky, Vincent, Nico, JJ, Oz It's Friday, the eleventh on the roulette I open the doors for my team like a cavalier Peace to Okan, Yossef, Bryn, Lars and Bahadir Peace to Adi, Ali, Alex and Charlie Aqua I run the game and collect money like a Mario Brother God knows how I waited for this day A rumble around me as if I were a giant wheel Thank God I didn't stop the time at the last outro track What comes after the thirty-first floor? I don't know if I'm flying or falling, but I'm jumping I'm done, I hear the scratching from my throat in my voice I press the last kicker on the espresso of our cup The dream lasts a lifetime, fingers on the slumber button Thanks for watching!