6 Uhr English translation
von Samra
6 Uhr Lyrics Übersetzung
Yeah, ah, yeah, ah
Stay stubborn, find no peace
Signal, stay in the second lane, fuck the government like Michael Moore (Rrah)
Blood in the tempo, Kenzo sweater (Brr)
TV broken, but I'm on the air (Pah, pah, pah, pah)
Leave a few grand at the perfumery (Wuah)
Do Malaysian, always awake like Charlie Sheen (Rmm)
Matte-black Lambo (Brra), true Vato
Ashes on my jacket, don't pay attention to the speedometer
Soul like ice, lay the lines
Everything's going in circles, but I go to one ten times (Haha), woohoo
Golf 7, rent a car in another name (Rrah)
Red paint on the marble tiles
Six o'clock, the sun is rising
Pray I don't lose my mind Losing
Dear God, I can't get out of here
Feel nothing, no hate, no love
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton
Everyone shouts: "Yes, Habibi, Habibi"
Let Lucifer come
I'm driving away in a Lamborghini
I'm Heyecan, behind me is Şeytan
Kickdown on Beyda (Wrrm), I don't care if they laser me (Brra)
It smells of ammonia (Yeah), we're the Mafia
Champagne and caviar, hookers from Bulgaria
Hangover in a Land Rover, because I'm Killi
Empty Tili and a nine-milligram under the seat
Gram by gram, lighting one after the other
And asking myself: "Why did I start this?" (Heh?)
These are the last patrons (Brra)
Maybe the angels will come for me (Rrah)
Rrah, it's like David versus Goliath (Yeah)
Just me and Lucifer at the Waldorf Astoria
Six o'clock, the sun is rising
Pray I don't lose my mind
Dear God, I can't get out of here
Feel nothing, no hate, no love
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton
Everyone shouts, "Yes, Habibi, Habibi"
Let Lucifer come
I'm driving away in a Lamborghini
Stay stubborn, find no peace
Signal, stay in the second lane, fuck the government like Michael Moore (Rrah)
Blood in the tempo, Kenzo sweater (Brr)
TV broken, but I'm on the air (Pah, pah, pah, pah)
Leave a few grand at the perfumery (Wuah)
Do Malaysian, always awake like Charlie Sheen (Rmm)
Matte-black Lambo (Brra), true Vato
Ashes on my jacket, don't pay attention to the speedometer
Soul like ice, lay the lines
Everything's going in circles, but I go to one ten times (Haha), woohoo
Golf 7, rent a car in another name (Rrah)
Red paint on the marble tiles
Six o'clock, the sun is rising
Pray I don't lose my mind Losing
Dear God, I can't get out of here
Feel nothing, no hate, no love
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton
Everyone shouts: "Yes, Habibi, Habibi"
Let Lucifer come
I'm driving away in a Lamborghini
I'm Heyecan, behind me is Şeytan
Kickdown on Beyda (Wrrm), I don't care if they laser me (Brra)
It smells of ammonia (Yeah), we're the Mafia
Champagne and caviar, hookers from Bulgaria
Hangover in a Land Rover, because I'm Killi
Empty Tili and a nine-milligram under the seat
Gram by gram, lighting one after the other
And asking myself: "Why did I start this?" (Heh?)
These are the last patrons (Brra)
Maybe the angels will come for me (Rrah)
Rrah, it's like David versus Goliath (Yeah)
Just me and Lucifer at the Waldorf Astoria
Six o'clock, the sun is rising
Pray I don't lose my mind
Dear God, I can't get out of here
Feel nothing, no hate, no love
Head to toe in Louis Vuitton
Everyone shouts, "Yes, Habibi, Habibi"
Let Lucifer come
I'm driving away in a Lamborghini
Writer(s): Konstantin Scherer, Hussein Akkouche, Matthias Zuerkler, Konstantinos Tzikas, Vincent Stein, Mathias Karrer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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