Let me tell you, the story of the day Before BangerBoyz found their plan Before BangerBoyz found their melody Before we knew what ordinary life was like Red represents the green High in the mountains, no money Wine on the table is red Food on the table is bread The chest in the mouth is wet The police commissioner is dead I'm voting for the police, in a mafia country I've never been a priest I'm light, my skin is in flames I've also stabbed the police commissioner's mom But the day the police comes I'm fleeing to Denmark on empty stomachs Travelling 10 years forward, now it's summer Stomach full, stomach full, summer full, booty poppers Try to imagine flat hills German heat, strong and rich Try mom's homemade frikadeller With one chord, you can say it again on D And it can be quiet, and lots of space To be creative, I've used stress I took the first bus across the picture Packed everything, avoided the tent I'm on my way to find my life A decision I won't trust Because what happens when two worlds meet Creativity blooms, and music dies That was the day we knew all the ladies That was the day we made the first banger BangerBoyz was born to greatness Without us, the music was dead Every time a banger drops The music stops Now BangerBoyz has been formed Are you upcoming? Sorry, the run is cut Are you already known? The run is cut BangerBoyz is big, it's rough Started in a basement, now we're in a penthouse All our hits have been completely taken You wouldn't believe it, an Italian and a Jew Could get together in a duvet and shoot Sharp, with sound, forest and loneliness Do you think you're better than us? We shoot it down With ease It hasn't always been easy To go from nothing to being famous But we're still the winners of our roots High as a kite, we're stuck to our feet Deep as a fall, if you forget where you're from Look at Riz, he was a boy, now he's just a dad Look at us, we made noise, now we're completely clear The star is now, but don't forget the friends we have We make original ***, *** copyright We make everything ourselves, artwork is nice, but tight It's as if we were born for more Not just one banger, we make more Bread, wine and bread, mix it up with wine and bread Is it too big a hit? Yes, who knows We know that the lightest heat and the Italian mountains Make music that makes you sweat Make music that makes you pray About more where it comes from But until then, you have to start singing from the beginning From the beginning From the beginning When boys were born to big names Without us, the music was dead Every time a banger drops The music drops When boys were born to big names Without us, the music was dead Every time a banger drops The music drops The music drops