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Translation
Palms made of plastic
[Hook: RAF Camora]
under Palms made of plastic
By the sea from petrol, without sand, but never mind
Turn laps on the roller, it get´s a bit cold when it´s night
I'm burning my weed, under Palms made of plastic
[Part 1: Bonez MC]
Summer,
Above the rooftops of my city the air smells of marijuana
The Benz freshly washed, babe, coconut fragrance
Thousand photos while plastered, what for a career
Today drugged, tomorrow we're millionaires
Five hundred horses, I look at the stars
Send a greeting to my boys in the distance
haramburger hood, sun from the tube
Fingernails fake, and the skin color carrot
My world is made of plastic, but never mind, I would be
187, if there is no longer this hype ("you cunts!")
She brings me cornflakes and croissants to the bed, again she leaves me no choice
And the whole neighbors hear us having sex, but I don´t give a shit
[Hook: RAF Camora]
I hang out in my hood,under Palms made of plastic
By the sea from petrol, without sand, but never mind
Turn laps on the roller, it get´s a bit cold when it´s night
I'm burning my weed, under Palms made of plastic
[Part 2: RAF Camora]
Summer,
Above the rooftops of my city the air smells of marijuana
The Alfa Matt Black like the Ravens in the air
The Sun is shining behind the skyline like never at the Ballermann
Does it get hot , Berlin becomes my Panama
Got Vienna behind me like David Alaba
Instead of Vatos Locos I'm off with Arabs
Palms made of plastic, the brides are made of silicone
RA like a ghost at the top of the building
Chilling on the balcony , smoking blunts and I'm dreaming
My sea sounds like motor noises
Live only my dream if it´s real
There are thousands movies on Netflix
The Sun makes the skin Brown like Nesquik
Countdown to future, Camora is finally alive
[Hook: RAF Camora]
I hang out in my hood,under Palms made of plastic
By the sea from petrol, without sand, but never mind
Turn laps on the roller, it get´s a bit cold when it´s night
I'm burning my weed, under Palms made of plastic
[Bridge: RAF Camora](2x)
Summer,
Above the rooftops of my city the air smells of marijuana
[Hook: RAF Camora](2x)
I hang out in my hood,under Palms made of plastic
By the sea from petrol, without sand, but never mind
Turn laps on the roller, it get´s a bit cold when it´s night
I'm burning my weed, under Palms made of plastic
keywan lee✕
Bonez Mc & Raf Camora: Top 3
| 1. | Palmen aus Plastik |
| 2. | Ohne mein Team |
| 3. | WMNB |
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