[Part 1]
Air max 90s on dark grey concrete
Should be 22, out the window, my song pumps
The sun burns, the road surface cooks
And the hunger in the stomach wall, a goddamn whole
Crooks whistle from the rooftops because the cops are patrolling
Brides cover their booties with a small shred of fabric
The caps are from Gucci and the trainers from Lacoste
And instead of school, kids roam around the blocks
Just think of one shit thing, that you need, and you’ll get it
Stress, if you‘re looking for it, sex and she wants it
Or with 600hp in 63 S through the city
Hier respect determines whether you go away or come along
The throat burns due to Whiskey
Just like the lips of junkies when they suck the joints to the tips
Or the head when the gum-shield flies across the ring again
Show me a city that manages that

[Hook/Chrous]
All that she wants, is just a bit of love
That you don‘t forget where you come from
All that she gives, is definitely not love
(Just a deep breath full of smog)
All that she wants, is just a bit of love
That you don’t forget where you come from
All that she gives, is definitely not love
(But murder panorama on the blocks)
[Part 2]
Eyes stick to every note that you make
The windscreen full of crap from fucking pigeons
In the breaks, the students go smoking with their teachers
And dads‘ hairs fall out because their daughters are too messed up
The subject gets spared as long as business keeps going
Have a weapon in the hand, shoot you quick in the crowd [?]
One fresh in jail, another out again
And jobs must cancel because of adhesion damage, sad
And crews that apply paint colours in cars
A civilian, who waits in the crap car
Or the lads, who push the crow bar [?] until it bends
And the safe finally breaks out of the wall
18th floor, bro, best view of them all
At the [?] Walking Dead, zombies inject the drugs
But it doesn’t matter at all, how shit everything seems at the moment
The sun is kissing the city again, when it rises

[Pre Chorus]
One for the boys and two for the action
Three for the city, that‘s so full of tags [?]
One for the crooks who still deal on the corners
One for the kids in the yards and the drains
One for the boys and two for the action
Three for the city that‘s so full of tags [?]
None for the fake friends
But one for everyone that still breakdances to the beat of sirens
[Hook/Chorus]
All that she wants, is just a bit of love
That you don‘t forget where you come from
All that she gives, is definitely not love
(Just a deep breath full of smog)
All that she wants, is just a bit of love
That you don’t forget where you come from
All that she gives, is definitely not love
(But murder panorama on the blocks)