[Intro]
Yeah
We're dead drunk, ah
[Chorus]
Walking the streets
We’re dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
Listening to music
We’re dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, huu!)
Struggling for ages
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, come on!)
Turn this shit up, bro
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We’re dead drunk (drunk, huu!)
[Verse 1]
I’m money-paranoid, I think I'm being watched (someone there?)
No self-control in my body (I can’t)
I may but don't want to be good (ha! I don't want)
When I smoke/drink this, I feel invincible (hu! I feel invincible)
I'm invincible, when I put an end to music, lament will be everywhere (everywhere!)
I’m definitely where I want to be right now (on this place)
Or whatever it is, dude, I'm invincible
Come and try me, if you dare
I'm losing interest, let no one say "you're so good" to me
Let no one say it, bro! What should they say, bro?
Let them say "Hey Ceg, you're shit!" (you're shit!)
Adverse effect, that's what gives me optimism (optimism, I'm becoming Tupac)
Your job is oppression, corruption (oppression, corruption)
I'll fuck your money one day, Reza the pimp (Reza the pimp)
My bro prepared it, gave it to me and said: "Take one breath." (take one breath)
He asked: "How is it?" I told him: "Hmm interesting."
[Chorus]
Walking the streets
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
Listening to music
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, huu!)
Struggling for ages
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, come on!)
Turn this shit up, bro
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, huu!)
[Verse 2]
I can't explain how great my hatred is
I can't end my grudge with one track (no, no!)
It probably has to be covert, dude
My speech on my dad's funeral will be rejected
(He-he-he-he) Here's my Muhammed Ali's hook
Term paper? Of course, I've worked so hard, teacher (sure, teacher)
I'll hand in my three Bally tube-project tomorrow (my Bally project)
It's both economical and an awful hallucinogen (hallucinogen)
A sedative I was addicted to in high school
A glue which breaks off life bonds
A battle dove or a peace sword?
Life's full of irony, dude, it's really confusing
That was just the beginning of my “high” history (just the beginning)
The place I grew up was the summit of injustice (the summit)
And my father was the neighborhood's greatest drunkard (the greatest of ‘em)
But this disadvantage turned out to be a rapper's advantage
[Chorus]
Walking the streets
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
Listening to music
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, huu!)
Struggling for ages
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, come on!)
Turn this shit up, bro
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, huu!)
[Outro]
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, yeah)
We're dead drunk (drunk, huu!)