Paradies [English translation]
Paradies [English translation]
Power of the habit, only going out when the moon shines
Hangin' with the homies, Bacardi and Coke Light
For you it's hell here, for me it's paradise
The sky is blazing red, the asphalt is anthracite
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
[Part 1: Fler]
I don't live a normal life, but my front yard: Garden Eden
Not obeyin' any standards they give me
The judges want to summon me, talk with me
I chill at the corner with some homies
Not touchin glasses with fakes - the golden rule
The society - overwhelmed with my character
Because I shine like the moon, by day there is only rain
Look how I'm cruising in the roadster
Pushin' down the pedal, dear god, give me your blessing
The last drop of Hennessy burns in my throat
Hell is here, but I don't give my soul to the devil
Have been in this scene for years
[There is] No rapper that hasn't mentioned my first name
When you use the wrong vocabulary you get punches
This is what the area code of my region stands for
You all come from the suburbs and act fancy
One day in this place and your head bursts
I know you stalk me where I move
But at my block you better never get in my way
Power of the habit, only going out when the moon shines
Hangin' with the homies, Bacardi and Coke Light
For you it's hell here, for me it's paradise
The sky is blazing red, the asphalt is anthracite
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
[Part 2: Jalil]
Touchin glasses with Courvoisier XO
Proved that nobody flows like me
Not giving a shit about fakes, pushin' them away like a minus pole
Multiple offender, in fact repeatedly
Toastin' to realness
Toastin' to the lifestyle of my criminal youth
It all started in the ghetto, today I am parkin' Mercedes stars
Illegal schemings, not knowing any virtues
No Lie:
Flying first class, parking second row
All lines that I write become milestones
Buying gold chains, wearing too many of them
Coming out with ellbows like Shaquille O'Neal
Inhalin' the smoke of my Siglo IV
When I come in, there is nobody who ignores me
That I own the name of the king, that is titled
When something moves in the south, it's instigated by me
Cunts act like the block boss, embarassing biz
But in truth it is frustration, because envy eats them up
Empty rhetoric, no actions - nothing more
And in the end they all get fucked like chicks
Yeah, over the years friends become enemies
Focussin' on the Daytona Gold for 30 when I'm 30
And I toast with Ace of Spades
Because fakes are friendly, face to face
Power of the habit, only going out when the moon shines
Hangin' with the homies, Bacardi and Coke Light
For you it's hell here, for me it's paradise
The sky is blazing red, the asphalt is anthracite
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness
- Artist:Fler
- Album:Epic (2017)