Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2027 (Brief an mich), artist - Monet192. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Song language: Deutsch
2027 (Brief an mich)(original) |
| Schreib die Zeilen in einem Penthouse, was vor paar Monaten noch außer |
| Reichweite war |
| Geb mittlerweile so viel Geld aus, dass die Bankangestellten Checks mit |
| Leihwagen fahren |
| Alles verdient, nix geschenkt — Karma |
| Kauf dir 'nen saphirgrünen Benz, Mama |
| Geh shoppen bei Carry Grands, Mama |
| Deshalb wollen sie mein letztes Hemd, Mama |
| Sickbaby, meine Zahlen sind so krank |
| Früher hatt ich nicht mal einen Wagen uns so, Mann |
| Heut drück ich den Bentleyschlüssel dem Pagen in die Hand |
| Und wenn ich will, sitz ich am Abend schon am Strand, doch was bringt mir das? |
| Die Patek dreht die Zeit nicht zurück |
| Doch dein Blick darauf bringt mir grad ein klein bisschen Glück |
| Ja, ich weiß, es klingt verrückt |
| Ich habe Angst davor, die Cuban Link bricht mir mein Genick, Sickbaby |
| I’m flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I’ve been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry |
| I’m flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I’ve been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry |
| Steh vier Uhr morgens auf dem Dach |
| In Athen in einem weichen Seidenmantel aus Merino Sar |
| Fahr heut die Filme, die in meiner Jugendzeit |
| Erster Batzen, ja, in irgendwelchen Kinos kam |
| So viele Frauen in meiner Villa, ey |
| Das Klickern an den High Heels kommt mir vor wie ein Moschinoschwarm |
| Red mir nicht von Streamingzahlen, ich red nich von diesen Zahlen |
| Ich red hier von Beatles zahlen |
| Money talks, ich find die Mute-Taste nich |
| Mama sagt mir: «Geh zur Wempe, Junge, tu was für dich» |
| Das is kein Red-, sondern Blue Label-Shit |
| Red von Erfolg, weil das kein Zufall mehr is |
| Echte Freunde werden letzte Freunde |
| Letzte Freunde sind die echten Freunde |
| Auf mich das Essen heute |
| Echte Träume sind die letzten Träume |
| Keiner weckt mich heute |
| I’m flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I’ve been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry |
| I’m flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I’ve been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry, mama, you don’t have to cry |
| (translation) |
| Write the lines in a penthouse, what a few months ago except |
| range was |
| Now spend so much money that the bank employees take checks with you |
| drive a rental car |
| Everything earned, nothing given — karma |
| Buy yourself a sapphire green Benz, mom |
| Go shopping at Carry Grands, mom |
| That's why they want my shirt off, mom |
| Sickbaby, my numbers are so sick |
| I didn't even have a car like that before, man |
| Today I put the Bentley key in the bellboy's hand |
| And if I want, I can sit on the beach in the evening, but what good does that do me? |
| The Patek does not turn back time |
| But your look at it just brings me a little bit of luck |
| Yes, I know it sounds crazy |
| I'm afraid the Cuban Link will break my neck, sick baby |
| I'm flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I've been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry mama, you don't have to cry |
| I'm flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I've been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry mama, you don't have to cry |
| Get up on the roof at four in the morning |
| In Athens in a soft silk Merino Sar coat |
| Drive the movies today that I did when I was young |
| First chunk, yes, came in some cinemas |
| So many women in my villa, ey |
| The click of the high heels seems like a Moschino crush |
| Don't talk to me about streaming numbers, I don't talk about these numbers |
| I'm talking about Beatles numbers here |
| Money talks, I can't find the mute button |
| Mom tells me: "Go to Wempe, boy, do something for yourself" |
| This isn't Red Label shit, it's Blue Label shit |
| Talk about success because it's no longer a coincidence |
| Real friends become last friends |
| Last friends are the real friends |
| On me the food today |
| Real dreams are the last dreams |
| Nobody wakes me up today |
| I'm flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I've been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry mama, you don't have to cry |
| I'm flying like my wings so high |
| So high that I can kiss the sun |
| I've been waitin' on this all my life |
| Sorry mama, you don't have to cry |