Back then there was just me and the guitar
Teachers said, I wouldn't make it
Nobody knows exactly what I'm currently doing
But I have hits in my pocket, woh
Born in Berlin, Charité Moabit
Grown up in a ghetto, high school diploma, what is ghetto?
Manga-Haircut, Emo-Style
No German and no Turk, I want to be different
Summer holidays at the skater park
Cheap wine off tetra pak, yeah
Nirvana poster above my bed
And without my heroes I wouldn't be here now (Woh)
Back then there was just me and the guitar
Teachers said, I wouldn't make it
Nobody knows exactly what I'm currently doing
But I have hits in my pocket, woh
Everything I touch turns gold
I stick out off this mass
Everyone is waiting for me in studio nowadays
Back then there was just me and the guitar
Back in school they've always said
I'd be crazy in a fucked up way
I almost adjusted myself
Then I thought: "let that be!"
What shall even happen, bro?
Why should I be like you, bro? I only belong to myself, bro
Why should I study, bro?
Rather give me a cig, a song, a beat, I'm successful, bro
They sing my songs without knowing me
"Gestört aber Geil"* make money for the family, yeah
Man, I don't know either what I'll do tomorrow
But if I want I even sing with auto tune (woh)
Back then there was just me and the guitar
Teachers said, I wouldn't make it
Nobody knows exactly what I'm currently doing
But I have hits in my pocket, woh
Everything I touch turns gold
I stick out off this mass
Everyone is waiting for me in studio nowadays
Back then there was just me and the guitar
I swear on my life, dreams become true
I swear on my life, dreams become true
I swear on my life, dreams become true
I swear on my life, dreams become true, woh
Back then there was just me and the guitar
Teachers said, I wouldn't make it
Nobody knows exactly what I'm currently doing
But I have hits in my pocket, woh
Everything I touch turns gold
I stick out off this mass
Everyone is waiting for me in studio nowadays
Back then there was just me and the guitar