Lift Your Head Up English translation
von Vega feat. Bosca
Lift Your Head Up Lyrics Übersetzung
That' for the pumpers and backpacks
For the rapheads, for poker, roulette or blackjack
For the flashbacks, I do rap, dude fuck your hashtags
We played outside, we ate beef all the time, and we smoked too much
Had dust on the jeans, listen to the music
But unfortunately you remain blind if you think you can see how much technology I can do
You can feel what I rap when your dirty lip bursts open in the part
Pack in your fanny pack, take a step, you'll die on the way to the Hessian capital
A few women occupied, on the fucking police move a few stones
Get a few violets, but lived on
Are the one, from the Zeil to the iron bridge
From Flughafenstrasse to the Frankfurt Forest
Our credit is only enough for junk food in our throats
It's quiet, then a very short bang
A pool of blood remains and then it got cold
Lift your head up high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
Make music for the Chabs at the slots
Make music, but the Chabs make snot
Every night on the block
Chasing the Ott, hitting cops
With the mask in the black Rs
Ripped through the streets way too hard for the rest
And now ask yourself if you were what you rap
Every bar here is real, dude, Frankfurt is the boss
For 20 years, this shit is normal here
Half-naked women with suits chabs
From the fortieth floor of a bank into the valley
I'm sitting at home in the evening
And I stare at the TV and see Nazis at Jauch
And the bottom line is: we hunt them too
Because for almost 50 years, Nazis have had it on their mouths
In Mainstadt, and I swear I don't give a fuck who has the hype
Are alone, nobody takes stock of what I'm doing live
But we remain one until I fall asleep, home of unity
Lift your head up high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
For the rapheads, for poker, roulette or blackjack
For the flashbacks, I do rap, dude fuck your hashtags
We played outside, we ate beef all the time, and we smoked too much
Had dust on the jeans, listen to the music
But unfortunately you remain blind if you think you can see how much technology I can do
You can feel what I rap when your dirty lip bursts open in the part
Pack in your fanny pack, take a step, you'll die on the way to the Hessian capital
A few women occupied, on the fucking police move a few stones
Get a few violets, but lived on
Are the one, from the Zeil to the iron bridge
From Flughafenstrasse to the Frankfurt Forest
Our credit is only enough for junk food in our throats
It's quiet, then a very short bang
A pool of blood remains and then it got cold
Lift your head up high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
Make music for the Chabs at the slots
Make music, but the Chabs make snot
Every night on the block
Chasing the Ott, hitting cops
With the mask in the black Rs
Ripped through the streets way too hard for the rest
And now ask yourself if you were what you rap
Every bar here is real, dude, Frankfurt is the boss
For 20 years, this shit is normal here
Half-naked women with suits chabs
From the fortieth floor of a bank into the valley
I'm sitting at home in the evening
And I stare at the TV and see Nazis at Jauch
And the bottom line is: we hunt them too
Because for almost 50 years, Nazis have had it on their mouths
In Mainstadt, and I swear I don't give a fuck who has the hype
Are alone, nobody takes stock of what I'm doing live
But we remain one until I fall asleep, home of unity
Lift your head up high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
Around here, those are our rules
Lift your head up high
Say what do you want to tell the dogs, huh?!
These are our lives, these are our problems
Writer(s): David Alexi, Marc Lensing, Andre Witter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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