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Description
The city's pulse beats in your temples, and it feels like the air smells of sweet smoke and other people's stories. Everyone is rushing somewhere, laughing loudly, embracing the nite as if trying to prevent it from ending. A sparkle in their eyes, a rhythm in their body, and only the desire not to think in their head, just rolling from party to party until their legs give out and their phone dies. Everything around is slightly sticky with stale alcohol, slightly shiny with sweat, and completely real. Each "one more" is like a promise that the fun won't end. Music turns fatigue into dance, chaos into freedom. And let tomorrow be noisy inside the skull, today everything is just flying at full speed, without a pause for reflection.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Wacker Energy, Weed und Fight. Jeder Spast hier drinne weiß, wie ich heiß. Rap-Assi,
Publikum ziemlich nice. Null Garantie, dass es friedlich bleibt. Verbrenn deine
Halle, gib mir die Kante wie Charlie.
Ich checke die Lage, rolle von Party zu Party.
Du hältst mir die Haare, ich zieh' meine eigene Fahne.
Wieder raus auf die Straße, rolle von Party zu Party.
Von Party zu Party, sie gönnen sich Koka und Jim Beam. Und dann wieder raus auf die
Straße, hier tanzen die Roma und Sinti.
Rolle von Party zu Party, sie gönnen sich, wo man auch hin sieht.
Und alle sind so high wie Marley, wie Marley, wie Marley, wie Marley. E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
Sie gönnen sich, gönnen sich, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
Sie gö-gö-gö-gönnen sich, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
Sie gönnen sich, gönnen sich, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
Sie gö-gö- Komm in den Club, alle Augen sind drauf.
Such mir einen Goofy, er gibt einen aus. Jeder labert mich voll, frag, ob ich was brauch.
Die Bässe so laut machen einen fast taub. Ich hüpf' zum Beat, schnüffel' das Weed.
Laufe aufs Klo, damit keiner's hier sieht. Körper verschwitzt, Stimmung der Hit.
Rauche alleine, weil keiner hier kifft. Seh' diese Primaballerina tanzt wie eine kleine
Elfe. Sie ballert eine, eh, aber erst mal nur die Hälfte.
Kommt gar nicht klar, gehst immer der Nase nach. Weil du weißt, was du blasen darfst.
Doch du sagst, es ist gar nicht wahr.
Genieße die Fiction, bau einen Blunz auf und schwank.
Zombied aus, verrannt, durchgebrannt. Alles Scheiß sein, keiner Fan.
Mir scheißegal, solang meine Tüte noch brennt. Verbrenn deine Halle, gib mir die Kante wie Charlie. Ich checke die
Lage, rolle von Party zu Party.
Du hältst mir die Haare, ich zieh' meine eigene Fahne.
Wieder raus auf die Straße, rolle von Party zu Party. Von Party zu Party, sie gönnen sich Koka und Jim Beam.
Und dann wieder raus auf die Straße, hier tanzen die Roma und Sinti.
Rolle von Party zu Party, sie gönnen sich, wo man auch hin sieht. Und alle sind so high wie
Marley, wie Marley, wie Marley, wie Marley. E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
Sie gönnen sich, gönnen sich, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
Sie gönnen sich, gönnen sich, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e. Sie gönnen sich, gönnen sich, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
English translation
Wacker Energy, Weed and Fight. Everyone in here knows what my name is. rap assistant,
Audience pretty nice. There is no guarantee that things will remain peaceful. Burn yours
Halle, give me the edge like Charlie.
I check the situation, roll from party to party.
You hold my hair, I'll fly my own flag.
Back out on the street, rolling from party to party.
From party to party, they indulge in coca and Jim Beam. And then back out on the
Street, here the Roma and Sinti dance.
Rolling from party to party, they treat themselves everywhere you look.
And everyone's as high as Marley, like Marley, like Marley, like Marley. E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
You treat yourself, treat yourself, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
They gö-gö-gö-treat themselves, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
You treat yourself, treat yourself, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
She gö-gö- Come to the club, all eyes are on it.
Find me a Goofy, he'll give one out. Everyone talks to me and asks if I need anything.
The bass so loud almost makes you deaf. I jump to the beat, sniff the weed.
Run to the toilet so no one sees it. Body sweaty, mood great.
Smoke alone because no one smokes weed here. See this prima ballerina dancing like a little one
Elf. She shoots one, eh, but only half of it.
Can't figure it out at all, always follow my nose. Because you know what you're allowed to blow.
But you say it's not true at all.
Enjoy the fiction, build up a Blunz and sway.
Zombied out, runaway, burned out. All bullshit, no fan.
I don't give a shit as long as my bag is still burning. Burn your hall, give me the edge like Charlie. I'll check them
Location, roll from party to party.
You hold my hair, I'll fly my own flag.
Back out on the street, rolling from party to party. From party to party, they indulge in coca and Jim Beam.
And then back out onto the street, here the Roma and Sinti are dancing.
Rolling from party to party, they treat themselves everywhere you look. And everyone is as high as
Marley, like Marley, like Marley, like Marley. E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
You treat yourself, treat yourself, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.
You treat yourself, treat yourself, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e. You treat yourself, treat yourself, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e.