Armut treibt Jugendliche in die Popmusik [English translation]

[Hook: Alligatoah]

Na na na na na na

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[Producertag]

Tai Jason

[Part 1: Basti]

Those days are over when you had to suck a dick to get on the guest list

I invested my money in hoes and coke and squandered the rest

Following up with a soft album without any tough rap

We're betraying music for cash just like K.I.Z. do

Came from legendary gigs and even more legendary shows

From underage hoes to even more underage hoes

And wonder why protection of minors applies to me

At least I'm driving slowly when I'm passing a school

[Part 2: Alligatoah]

Easy money, wrong people, dark schlager icons

My father disowned me after he learned I'm paying my rent with rhymes on the radio

Deals with sleazy fat cats where everyone just pretends to know the don

Where songs aren't called songs but "content"

Try to put things into perspective (ey, ey), folks, that doesn't make much of a difference

I used to play instruments (yeah), today I'm being instrumentalized (instrumentalized - "so what?")

Using cheap tricks to make a fortune with tracks (money, money)

My summer hit gets released by Christmas - that's the way the cookie crumbles

[Chorus: Alligatoah]

We're out of cash

We need to release a ballad

That ain't rocket science

But morally wrong

Poverty is driving

The youth to pop music

Schlager vibes

And we're praying for God to forgive us

[Hook: Alligatoah]

Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na

Na na na na na na

[Part 3: Timi & Alligatoah]

No more cash flowing in, no groupies nor gold

I look in the mirror and it just says "Hi, how are you, Rolf?"

I'm feeling like a stranger here for nobody recognizes me anymore

Spending every day on Google looking for our fans, oh

Failed in show biz, suddenly all my money was gone

I guess part of it is still stuck in my boogers

I wanted to be a professional soccer player but I was out of luck

Seems I wasn't good enough - damn doping test

Na na n–

[Part 4: Sudden]

I tried honest work

Sold drugs and went to rehab

Don't tell me I wasn't thrifty enough

I'm sorry, I like the taste of caviar

Tried my luck in the States

But all I found was a magical rabbit in a hat

Was up on stage and the crowd booed me

That's why your radio is bleeding from now on

My girlfriend stares at me with her large eyes

Tell me, how am I supposed to buy love for her?

You'd better not begrudge me a few pretty things

One day when I'm disowning my kids, I wanna be able to laugh maniacally

[Chorus: Alligatoah]

We're out of cash

We need to release a ballad

That ain't rocket science

But morally wrong

Poverty is driving

The youth to pop music

Schlager vibes

And we're praying for God to forgive us

[Hook: Alligatoah]

We're out of cash

(Na na na na na na)

We need to release a ballad

(Na na na na na na)

That ain't rocket science

(Na na na na na na)

But morally wrong

(Na na na na na na)

[Outro]

Poverty is driving

The youth to pop music

Schlager vibes

And we're praying for God to forgive us