Palmen aus Plastik [English translation]

[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