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Benz or Bimmer

[Pre-Chorus: Rasta]
 
Hey, what's up? Benz or Bimmer?
She tells me she loves to be driven like a diva
Everyone tells me that coca and criminal turn that shorty on
They say that wilderness turns ther on
Hey, what's up? Benz or Bimmer?
She tells me she loves to be driven like a diva
Everyone tells me that coca and criminal turn that shorty on
They say that wilderness turns ther on
 
[Chorus: Rasta]
What works her up, Benz or Bimmer?
The panorama is opet, leather, air-conditioner
Lower the back seat to the floor, like wilderness
She loves when I can't see because of smoke, a-a
What works her up, Benz or Bimmer?
The panorama is opet, leather, air-conditioner
Lower the back seat to the floor, like wilderness
She loves when I can't see because of smoke, a-a
 
[Verse 1: Rasta]
8th March is coming, you still drive Smart
And I know that you dream about being driven through the city by a bodyguard
Who has tattoos as body art
He wants to be crazy and young
Nothing easily, that shorty adds gas, she wants a lot
Opens every door with foot
Turn off the lights, she loves when it's dark
Like Nikolija*, passes everything on hard*
 
[Verse 2: Alen Sakić]
She knows all of that really well
Only with me it's alright
She's always ready, keeping guard
Ooh-yeah-yeah, ooh-yeah-yeah
She knows all of that really well
Only with me it's alright
She's always ready, keeping guard
Ooh-yeah-yeah, ooh-yeah-yeah
Again, shorty calls me all the time in early mornings
She says that she would like to be only with me, she wants me a lot
What works her up, what works her up?
What works her up, what?
Everything she wants, I know well
She asks if I rolled (a joint) for us
When shorty is next to me, I don't feel good
She'd just repeat it
She leads me to evil
 
[Chorus: Rasta]
What works her up, Benz or Bimmer?
The panorama is opet, leather, air-conditioner
Lower the back seat to the floor, like wilderness
She loves when I can't see because of smoke, a-a
What works her up, Benz or Bimmer?
The panorama is opet, leather, air-conditioner
Lower the back seat to the floor, like wilderness
She loves when I can't see because of smoke, a-a
 
Pre-Chorus: Rasta]
 
Hey, what's up? Benz or Bimmer?
She tells me she loves to be driven like a diva
They say that wilderness turns ther on
 
[Chorus: Rasta]
What works her up, Benz or Bimmer?
The panorama is opet, leather, air-conditioner
Lower the back seat to the floor, like wilderness
She loves when I can't see because of smoke, a-a
What works her up, Benz or Bimmer?
The panorama is opet, leather, air-conditioner
Lower the back seat to the floor, like wilderness
She loves when I can't see because of smoke, a-a
 


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24.11.2024

EMILIA • WRONG ADDRESS





An old story, you and I, once in love, a perfect tie.
We were happy, heart to heart, but now we’ve fallen apart.
I’m just a memory—get used to it!
Go to her now, let anger hit.
 

Run away, just leave me be.
I’ve had enough of your lies, you see.
You deserve to be alone in pain
No turning back—it’s all in vain.
 

At night, you’d call me, craving more.
With her, was it better than before?
My number’s gone, don’t try to find,
I’ve left it all behind.
 

When I was hurting, where did you stay?
With someone else, you chose to play.
Drink all you want—it won’t make me care.
Search for me, but I’m not there.
 

Remember the days I hid my tears?
Now you burn with the same fears.
Keep your words, they mean no more,
You killed the love we had before.
 


24.11.2024

I will Win (I Wanna Be a Hero) credits version





Starting a long journey...
Opening a new page
 

I will win! (Win!)
Pokémon for the advanced!
(The advanced!)
I will win! (Win!)
I will touch the clouds...
And I'll prove to everyone...
Who's the best, the best in the world...
I will win!
Pokémon!
 


24.11.2024

Heavenly clouds





Oh, heavenly clouds, eternal wanderers!
Over an azure steppe, a pearly brethren
Akin to myself, you travelers hasten
From the dear north to course southern.
 

Then who is exiling you: is it fate’s verdict?
Is it the envy concealed? Is it malice in the open?
Or is there a crime that levees a burden?
Could it be slander by friends that is poison?
 

No, you are fatigued by fields that stay barren…
Foreign are passions to you and the suffering alien
Always cold-bloodied, always independent,
You have no homeland, know not of banishment.
 


24.11.2024

The solitary man of the night





The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
I have departed, solitary and dejected
Severed my heart from the all
The loneliest of the lonely, sorrowful and disgraced
The one alone and without a tomorrow, that is me
The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
 

The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips
I have departed from your city
Packed my rucksack and left
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
Without the worry of tomorrow, with only myself, alone
The wanderer of these nights, that is who I am
 

The solitary man of the night, I am
The seal of silence upon my lips
The solitary man of the night, I am
Hundreds of untold stories linger on my lips