Alcott Zara Bershka

Alcott, Zara, Bershka, we were stealing clothes
With the anti-theft tags left in the fitting rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the Maghrebis
We were all broke but we were well-dressed

Alcott, Zara, Bershka, we were stealing clothes
With the anti-theft tags left in the fitting rooms
It was tiki taka, the Africans and the Maghrebis
We were all broke but we were well-dressed

We were dressed to the nines from head to toe
For me, bro, it didn’t fit right and I had none, you had to
And it ain't mom's fault, bro
If I was born a hothead, eh-oh

Grew up in foster care, imagine that wonder
In the midst of social workers, they took me from my family
And tell me, bro, how come, bro
Baby, at night, yeah, never sleeps, eh-oh

I’m awake with demons talking about walls
How to make money without going to San Vittore
You know why up top they risk the cuffs
Down below, thieves play cops

Only thieves grow up, not cops
E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eah
Alcott, Zara, Bershka, we were stealing clothes
With the anti-theft tags left in the fitting rooms

It was tiki taka, the Africans and the Maghrebis
We were all broke but we were well-dressed
Shoes with holes, pockets like my shoes
Clothes with rips, few know the art

Versace, Versace, put the art aside
Friends, friends, friends, only my pockets
Nik mok, who talks about baby, bro, I did good and got betrayed
Now amigo, adiós, mh

First, we stole clothes from the stores
Because we wanted to be like all the kids
Now everyone wants to be like the kids, their friends
But you can't be, you don’t feel-