Von Party zu Party

From party to party
From party to party

Afterparty at Mediaspree
The water reflects the night’s sun
Cheap people in expensive clothes, not on the list but I’m bringing eight friends

Big buffet, finger food on the table
I’m grabbing some, it’s all free, a little booze for me
Skirts are short and the watches are fancy
So many artists here, but no assholes are smoking

In a flash, a blunt gets rolled
It’s nice to see, no need to show off
The suit-wearers are disgusted, it’s awkward, I feel the urge to leave
To the hip-hop party

They’re indulging in coke and Jim Beam
And everyone’s as high as Marley
They’re indulging wherever you look
To the bouncers: step aside, I’m just passing through

Dudes and Black folks invented hip-hop, but the bouncers won’t let them in
Didn’t think about it, it’s Saturday night, there’s a hot girl, a dirty look
You get grabbed and hit on, you scream in my ear, but I can’t hear a thing

Vodka-Energy, weed, and sweat
Everyone in here knows how I’m feeling
Rap trash audience, pretty nice
No guarantee it stays peaceful

Burn your Harley
Give me the edge like Charlie
I’m checking the scene
Rolling from party to party

You’re holding my hair
I smell my own stench
Back out on the street
Rolling from party to party

From party to party
They’re indulging in coke and Jim Beam
And then back out on the street
We dance like Roma and Sinti
Rolling from party to party
They’re indulging wherever you look
And everyone’s as high as Marley, as Marley, as Marley, as Marley

They’re indulging, indulging
They g-g-g-give in
They’re indulging, indulging
They g-g-g-give in-

Walk into the club, all eyes on me
Looking for a junkie, he’s buying a round
Everyone’s chatting me up, asking if I need anything
The bass is so loud, it’s almost deafening

They shuffle to the beat, sniffing the speed
Running to the bathroom, so no one sees
Bodies sweating, the vibe is heating up
I’m smoking alone because no one else is hitting

See this prima ballerina, dancing like a little fairy
She’s popping a pill, but just half for now
You can’t handle it, always following your nose
Because you know you can blow, but you say it’s not true

Enjoy the freak show and roll a blunt, chillin’
Zombies out of control, everyone’s throwing, no one’s catching
I don’t give a damn, as long as my joint is still burning

Burn your Harley
Give me the edge like Charlie
I’m checking the scene
Rolling from party to party

You’re holding my hair
I smell my own stench
Back out on the street
Rolling from party to party

From party to party
They’re indulging in coke and Jim Beam
And then back out on the street
We dance like Roma and Sinti
Rolling from party to party
They’re indulging wherever you look
And everyone’s as high as Marley, as Marley, as Marley, as Marley

They’re indulging, indulging
They g-g-g-give in
They’re indulging, indulging
They g-g-g-give in-