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[Verse 1: Paula Hartmann]
Club almost empty, nose full of blood (Full of blood)
We're standing face to face and scream
Everyone is looking, but no one like you (Like you)
We're stuck in this mess
Eyes shut, arms crossed (Hmm)
Wall broken, I shadow-boxed (Ah-ah)
Protected like a puppy, but I can't sleep
All night a dog howls in my—
I briefly thought I was God, but now I'm an atheist
I wear the vest in white until there's something brighter
Can't make it to heaven unless you lift me up
I seek comfort from someone that's looking for change

[Chorus: Paula Hartmann]
I don't do drugs
I just like the smеll of coke
Blood drips onto the floor
At night, at a bus station
I don't do drugs
I just took a breath too deep oncе
The straight path, it's twisted
I'm standing on the edge, who wants to push me?

[Verse 2: Haftbefehl]
Fuck the villa, the Euros
Even as kids we regretted our sins
Distributing Mills in front of skyscrapers
I'm still dope boy
In my world, coke replaces gold
When they thought he'd drink himself to death
Fuck sleep, I don't just wanna dream
I want big things to happen
Banks scraping the clouds up high
Do you see the skyscrapers?
While I hand out Euros to junkies
Litter at the train station
Of course I'm German
Used to be so proud of the eagle
We were persecuted in the streets
Thanks to black hair the disappointment grew over the years
[Chorus: Paula Hartmann & Haftbefehl]
I don't do drugs
I just like the smell of coke
Blood drips onto the floor
At night, at a bus station
I don't do drugs
I just took a breath too deep once
The straight path, it's twisted
I'm standing on the edge, who wants to push me? (Okay)

[Verse 3: Haftbefehl]
Every day here, you long for your mother
In prison, you count every second
Here you break down
And the soul goes down the drain
Some mothers pray for their boys
Some mothers are ashamed of their boys
Dude, what can you do?
Problems and frustration
Ether scent
Chemical snuff
Floats in the air
My eyes water like a river
Hand me the Russian vodka
Or I'll lose it here
I take a sip
'Cause my soul is thirsty
[Chorus: Paula Hartmann]
I don't do drugs
I just like the smell of coke
Blood drips onto the floor
At night, at a bus station
I don't do drugs
I just took a breath too deep once
The straight path, it's twisted
I'm standing on the edge, who wants to push me?