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Genius English Translations - Samra Instinkte English Translation Lyrics

[Part 1]
Back then just blank without tank in a Mazda
Today there is red wine and scapi with the pasta
But I stayed true to myself, destroying 70 grands
Cataleya on one and I proved it only for myself
That's how life goes, boy, I rap from my soul, boy
Because I stood too long under the rain, boy
Ghetto-Panorama, we are block kids
And many learn early, that pain can only be eased by drugs
Tegel, Zürich, Easyjet, Turbospeed
Create with Greg an ill track on codeine
Kickdown in a Porsche Cayenne
The worries burn away, twisted from the Shem
Hands freeze, -10 degrees in the stair hall
One last puff and I express the cigarette
Wallah, I fuck everyone who searches for Bela (Wallah,everyone)
I wanted to become a rapper already back then when dad was washing dishes

[Hook]
Everything just instincts, rrah
Cops at the block and I run, rrah
First der right, then the left, rrah
These all are just instincts, the way that I chose
Everything just instincts, rrah
Cops at the block and I run, rrah
First der right, then the left, rrah
These all are just instincts, the way
Paper full of ink
All just instincts
[Part 2]
Everything just an instinct, I play to win
I'm a Mio heavy, but in my heart still a child
The Cop asks, where to, rrah, I make Para after Para
I get the Kilos directly from Guadalajara (rrah)
I'm always on the street
Like the shoes on the asphalt
Kafa Grey Goose on the search for Mashgal (woah)
I stack money from the Belstaff
I give half to my parents and stand in front of Sheytan
Quiet and calm like in the jail of my senses
But you feel the hate and the power of my voice? (bra)
Damned shall be everyone who stands in my way
Thermometer minus ten
Outside rolling sticky haze
I was naive and thought old love doesn't rust (haha)
Fuck romance, I'm still a gutter kid
12207 is where my block is (where?)
Hide the knife behind the cockpit

[Hook]
Everything just instincts, rrah
Cops at the block and I run, rrah
First der right, then the left, rrah
These all are just instincts, the way that I chose
Everything just instincts, rrah
Cops at the block and I run, rrah
First der right, then the left, rrah
These all are just instincts, the way
Paper full of ink
All just instincts