Put your hands up and let me see you shake your hips
Medicate me, I want that juice on your lips
Yeah, you like that, I wanna know that it's true
You're dancing for me and I'm living for you
Medicate me, I want that juice on your lips
Yeah, you like that, I wanna know that it's true
You're dancing for me and I'm living for you
Hypa Hypa
We are young, we arе free
Sipping on booze on a sunny beach
We'rе alive, we believe
That summertime memories will never fade away
Sipping on booze on a sunny beach
We'rе alive, we believe
That summertime memories will never fade away
We Got the Moves
20.000 likes, I don't give a sh-t
So put the middle fingers up
Cause you are making me sick
F- the money, f- the fame
Everything that you pretend
I will never be a part of what you represent
So put the middle fingers up
Cause you are making me sick
F- the money, f- the fame
Everything that you pretend
I will never be a part of what you represent
The Scene, Album: The Scene
It's almost 6 in the morning
Rolling out of the club
No penny left in my pocket
It went all to the shots
I'd kill for a burger
Or a cab to ride home
I'd like to call my mom
But where the f- is my phone
Rolling out of the club
No penny left in my pocket
It went all to the shots
I'd kill for a burger
Or a cab to ride home
I'd like to call my mom
But where the f- is my phone
MC Thunder, Album: The Scene
This is me following your foot steps
Trying to get access into the end
Is it you, the perfect moment after?
Or just yesterday again?
Trying to get access into the end
Is it you, the perfect moment after?
Or just yesterday again?
Best Day
I've been searching, I've been waiting
For the best day of my life!
Can you feel me, can you safe me
On the best day of my life?
For the best day of my life!
Can you feel me, can you safe me
On the best day of my life?
Best Day
Like a new storm
You take me to the exile of my mind
You're my saviour, the unknown, somewhere before my eyes
You take me to the exile of my mind
You're my saviour, the unknown, somewhere before my eyes
Best Day
You make me sick, your love is a lie
I wanna hate, so I keep you alive
I wanna hate, so I keep you alive
Hate/Love
We are back in the bizz
And it goes like this
Come on motherf-er
Put your hands in the air
We don't give a f-
We are the German nightmare
And it goes like this
Come on motherf-er
Put your hands in the air
We don't give a f-
We are the German nightmare
Back in the Bizz, Album: The Scene
We're back from the ashes
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
Turn hate into passion
What we made will last forever
Back in the Bizz, Album: The Scene
