Barn av vår tid [English translation]

[Verse 1]

They want more than a million bucks in the bank

Everyone is voting left but still hates the taxes

No one wants to decide but everyone wants the power

Some live in the city but they call it the hood

I'm the same but I take my chances

No one gets in, ''What, no? I know the bouncer''

Nothing is too late but trying to be brave

Drinking straight vodka, no milk in my coffee

My friend is lost, he snorted an annual salary

Now black cars stand in front of his house at night

Everyone is wearing bike shorts to the festivals

Everyone is chasing followers but who's leading the pack?

Am I better? Driving too fast behind the wheel

Kissed almost every beautiful girl in Stockholm

Can barely go out, have to look over my shoulder

The whole city wakes up before I've gone to bed

[Chorus]

I'm a child of our time, if I broke free

Was my only option to live second hand?

I lived with someone, almost as a communal

And our neighbors from Italy, they drank too much wine

Standing on my feet, feeling the hard ground

Regretting that I didn't drink every second water yesterday

But what does it matter now when it's raining on the Southside?

I can hear my neighbor playing Primetime

[Verse 2: Noel Flike]

I have a friend who claims he knows what love is

But he was subscribed to a chlamydia letter

And every Wednesday he went out and surely then

He woke up each Thursday without-

No one knows another here but

Everyone's your best friend

Until they throw you to the vultures

To stab you in the back later

But everyone wants to be a CEO, no one wants the maternity ward

Everyone's writing ''Bastard child'' in their CV's

Everyone wants to be real, the boys' make mistakes

Someone buys sex and cries on the TV

[Chorus: Noel Flike]

I'm a child of our time, filled with idiocy

Maybe I'll shoot up a school or take my life

Maybe I'll travel away to cleanse my soul

And I don't give a fuck about what you call carbon dioxide

And I search sometimes, I get smeared sometimes

I should move somewhere no one knows my name

So what does it matter now when it's raining on the Westside?

It's always going to be the best life

[Verse 3]

No one wants to wake up but work isn't optional

Everyone wants to get drunk but not hungover

Everyone wants to live big but not big in Bagis

Everyone wants to be a star but no one wants to be famous

No one wants to live here but no one wants to die

No one wants to enter if they have to stand in line

No one wants to work for anyone but have a salary

At least as big as a bank executive

[Verse 4]

They go to the same places, every weekend, the same parties

They fuck the same people and call each other afterwards

And their jobs are that they go on paid vacations

With the same people they talk shit about in the bathroom

Let me explain something, you have such great ideals

When everyone's looking you're phenomenal

Treating your friend from the hood like an accessory

And sing the n-word on private parties

They like ketamine and cocaine and a lot of uppers

They have ADHD but call it a superpower

They talk about it and suddenly they have a book contract

It has to be hard to fight to be relevant

Because everyone's stabbing everyone

So respect to y'all who's studying as an adult or at KTH

No one will save the world because the profit is too low

So they capitalize on their daughter or son

[Chorus]

I'm a child of our time, take a credit loan

I buy really expensive clothes and mortgage my car

I'll maybe let a friend down to go to an event

Braid my hair and I don't see the problem

Standing on my feet, feeling the hard ground

I don't want a child but don't use a condom

So in collaboration with every bastard you know

You should check your friends

[Outro]

No one wants to wake up but no one wants to work

Sitting in live TV, talking with john's

The boys throw gang signs even though they live in Bromma

This is for Sweden, welcome to Stockholm

Here, we still dance to music degrading women

They'd probably cancel their mum if it would gain them followers

They talk to the cops but pretend to be a G

I'm ashamed for who I am, I'm a child of our time

• Artist:Hov1