In the night through the city in a cigarette from Amsterdam In a whip with five from five o'clock in the morning in a Opel Astra In the night through the city in a cigarette from Amsterdam I come from everything crooked with a broken back Old Matthias, addicted and has the hope in drugs In the past it was slow, now it runs fast No field without rest, it's not a whistle of a cent I take the thousand, but the tram to show where I am Arrived at a destination, but sometimes it seems dead Walking on the middle bar aslo, because I don't give a shit about my teacher Did she ever bring him those letters, or like a postman Want to scatter with red, he thinks purple is even more beautiful Throwing out flutes, you are cold, have to die In the studio had to unblow, and he had to fill plans In the field seems just more beautiful, can never throw this away Too far from Henny, smell the scent of marijuana In the night through the city in a cigarette from Amsterdam In a whip with five from five o'clock in the morning in a Opel Astra In the night through the city in a cigarette from Amsterdam Too often too drunk, but it was just my ankle You won't get your bro if your ankle is broken I saw angry eyes from miles away, because they smelled like broken legs In the hope that I broke my ankle, with reddies on drugs it does import and export Fuck the basic fit, because the question is about my export Then fuck with the haters, let them move like a sensor I only put the fam in front, I swear it makes sense Too far from Henny, smell the scent of marijuana In the night through the city in a cigarette from Amsterdam In a whip with five from five o'clock in the morning in a Opel Astra In the night through the city in a cigarette from Amsterdam Too far from Henny, smell the scent of marijuana In the night through the city in a cigarette from Amsterdam