More songs by FOURTY
Description
The night is not yet over - the music is loud, money is crunching, phones are buzzing with notifications, and somewhere between flights and Riesling, there is a feeling that everything is going according to plan. The world at this pace is like an endless business-class party, where fatigue has simply been renamed “success.”
Everything sparkles here: the glass of the wine glasses, the leather on your hand, even the air smells a little like luxury and gasoline. There is a strange honesty in this luxury - not ostentatious, but lived. After all, while some are sleeping, others are still on the move, counting bills and seizing the moment when you can be confident, ironic, and alive all at once. Everything else can wait. Right now, just “come over.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bin wach bis six in the morning. Verschieb' das Business auf morgen.
Baby, come over, come over. Hm, hm, hm. Hab' mein Gesicht nie verlogen.
Mach dir um mich keine Sorgen. Baby, come over, come over. Hm, hm, hm.
Sie begrüßen mich beim Sekt im Puff. Ich trag' 'ne Brünette an der rechten Hand.
Bitte ruf mich nie wieder geschäftlich an. Unter zehntausend Euro hab' ich schlecht
Empfang. Mit Handgepäck Richtung Mykonos. Für ihre Handtasche rollt ein Python Kopf.
Von dem Backseat direkt aufs Jetski.
Mach' so viel Money, dass ich nie mehr aus der Übung komm'. What's poppin'? Was geht, Shorty?
Buch' dir Business Class, kein Problem, Shorty, yeah. Ich kann verstehen, du brauchst Beinfreiheit.
Sorg nur bitte dafür, dass du in der Timeline bleibst. Ich hab' enge Zeitpläne und ein
Konto in der Schweiz, yeah. Shorty, wie wir grinden, das ist Hightech.
Eins, zwei, drei, check, ich mach' eine Clubshow. Achttausend Euro, doch bin lustlos.
Bin wach bis six in the morning. Verschieb' das Business auf morgen.
Baby, come over, come over. Hm, hm, hm. Hab' mein Gesicht nie verlogen.
Mach dir um mich keine Sorgen. Baby, come over, come over.
Hm, hm, hm. Baden-Württemberg, dreißig Grad, Flasche Riesling.
Kann sein, dass wir später noch intim sind. Vierundzwanzig Stunden Zimmerservice, ich will Rib Eye
Steak und ein Lipton Eistee für meine Wodka-Mische.
Sei dir sicher, dass ich niemals in der Vodka sitze. Da häng' ich lieber in 'nem Schwartcafé mit
Doktormütze. Hautfarbe Dietabol und Doppel C Pariser Sohlen.
Ich komm' in den Club und werd' mir wieder 'ne Dreiliter hol'n. Ich lass' Champus regnen, Baby, frohes
Neues. Ich fahr' Sonntags Cabrio, bin chronisch deutsch.
Freundeskreis wird größer, wenn sich die Kohle häuft.
Sie kommt in den Club mit Freund und sie verlässt ihn ohne Freund.
Ich find' so was nicht in Ordnung, doch sie hört nicht auf mich. Sie sagt: „Mein Freund ist auch Rapper. “ Okay, dann stört es mich nicht.
Du stehst für dein Benehmen und deine rationale Art. Ich steh' für schwarzer
BMW, immer asozial geparkt, yeah. Bin wach bis six in the morning. Verschieb' das
Business auf morgen. Baby, come over, come over.
Hm, hm, hm. Hab' mein Gesicht nie verlogen. Mach dir um mich keine Sorgen.
Baby, come over, come over.
Hm, hm, hm.
English translation
I'm awake until six in the morning. Postpone business until tomorrow.
Baby, come over, come over. Hm, hmm, hmm. Never lied to my face.
Don't worry about me. Baby, come over, come over. Hm, hmm, hmm.
They greet me with champagne in the brothel. I'm wearing a brunette on my right hand.
Please never call me for business again. I don't have much money under ten thousand euros
Reception. With hand luggage towards Mykonos. A python head rolls for her handbag.
From the backseat straight onto the jet ski.
Make so much money that I'll never get out of practice. What's poppin'? What's up, Shorty?
Book yourself business class, no problem, Shorty, yeah. I can understand, you need legroom.
Just please make sure you stay on the timeline. I have tight schedules and...
Account in Switzerland, yeah. Shorty, the way we grind is high tech.
One, two, three, check, I'm doing a club show. Eight thousand euros, but I'm listless.
I'm awake until six in the morning. Postpone business until tomorrow.
Baby, come over, come over. Hm, hmm, hmm. Never lied to my face.
Don't worry about me. Baby, come over, come over.
Hm, hmm, hmm. Baden-Württemberg, thirty degrees, bottle of Riesling.
Maybe we'll be intimate later. Twenty-four hour room service, I want rib eye
Steak and a Lipton iced tea for my vodka mix.
Be sure that I will never sit on the vodka. I'd rather hang out in a pork café
Doctor's cap. Skin color Dietabol and double C Parisian soles.
I'll come to the club and get another three liters. I'll make it rain champagne, baby, happy
New. I drive a convertible on Sundays, I'm chronically German.
Circle of friends gets bigger as the money piles up.
She comes to the club with a boyfriend and she leaves without a boyfriend.
I don't think something like that is right, but she doesn't listen to me. She says: "My boyfriend is a rapper too." Okay, then it doesn't bother me.
You stand for your behavior and your rational manner. I stand for black
BMW, always parked anti-socially, yeah. I'm awake until six in the morning. Postpone that
Business for tomorrow. Baby, come over, come over.
Hm, hmm, hmm. Never lied to my face. Don't worry about me.
Baby, come over, come over.
Hm, hmm, hmm.