Papa, was machst du da? [English translation]

Part I:

I have the best job in the world, despite blood and sweat

I can do what I want, everything good so far

but in all the other rapper envy grows

because I get the biggest piece of the cake

They diss me and make up things

Want to send me people and make me disappear

Where does their courage come from to make a great fuss

Because they're all children that still shit in their napkin

they only try to scare me

and even when I try not to let it bother me

It annoys me and I can feel my heart beat

I get their number so I we can resolve it and

I call them, first they act unconcerned,

then I insulted their father, mother and dog

And while I wasn't in control of my composure once again

I hear "Dad, what are you doing?" behind me

Hook:

Always when the good ghosts left me

and I neglected the rules

always when I wasn't that adult

I hear "Dad, what are you doing?"

Always when I say bad things

and there was a reason again to hate me

always when I wasn't that adult

I hear "Dad, what are you doing?"

Part II:

If I gave up my job today, I'd already miss it

by tomorrow

But what I wouldn't miss are the journalists

that bastards, how I'd like to get one of

these pigs

Because they can't stop to intervene

This shit follows me to foreign countries too

Like this one blond guy from the TV

I don't know why, but he doesn't like me

His reporting is always a punch in the face

And even though all the people hate this idiot

and I try not to let the whole thing bother me

It annoys me and I can feel my heart beat

I get him to the side so I we can resolve it and

he gets sassy until a fist meets his face

he looks so funny laying at the ground

And while I wasn't in control of my composure once again

I hear "Dad, what are you doing?" behind me

Hook

Part III:

I don't get myself into your fights anymore

because meanwhile I know, I have to be an idol

You can't say anything anymore or do, that breaks me

Promised I won't lose my composure anymore

I won't lose my composure anymore

I won't lose my composure anymore

I won't scream anymore and punch myself on the chest

I won't scream anymore and punch myself on the chest, like

Trazan

Cause

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