ARRIVED
Geenaro
So I'm going to Ghana
I'm gonna be dreaming
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
Bin heut ruhig, trag mein Gold, denn sie kennen mich jetzt, ja (yay)
Papa stolz, bin dankbar, denn ich glaub an Gott, ja (blessed)
Seele tot, es ist schwer, Devil in mei'm Ohr, ja
Der Schmerz sitzt tief, noch ein Glas und ich flieg fort, ja (skrr)
Demons in mei'm Kopf trotz Prada-Shorts, ja (yay)
Stimmen, die ich hör, wann hört es auf? Ja (wann?)
Ständig wach, diе Nacht kommt, Bro, ich lauf, ja (grr, grr)
Weg vor mir selbst, guck, alles grau, ja (yay)
Bro, Bro, wo blеibt der Sinn? Ja (yay)
Will wieder in den Film wo ich war als Kind (boom-pah)
Bro, sag, wo bleibt der Sinn? Ja (yay)
Tauis im Bag, doch um mich alles still
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone (turn)
Dance
Yeah, sharks in the hood, no Bathing Ape (suh-suh)
I'm in Tate with a taper fade (suh-suh-suh-suh)
See Jess, it's a three liter engine
I told my bredrin, "Take that Chase" (turn)
All the times that I flew from home
Why? I weren't tryna take that raid
I'm still free to say, "Amazing Grace"
All this gold got me feelin like Flavor Flav
I'm feelin' like Flavor Flav, but used to be on a workers wage
Now I might need a quarter million English just to work that stage
And I still don't do it for the Met, you know the Broadwater way
Leave that to them opp boys, they're just vexed, they get burnt like sage
I made the trenches lit, everyone from my strip I'm protective with
This money get spent on sticks, they say get it how you live
Them opp boys need 8-ball on connie, me an' Frog gonna do man, spent a brick
We're so verified, we the ones giving out blue ticks
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die
You wanna go, you wanna go
You wanna go, you wanna go
Dance 'til you die
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die
So I'm going to Ghana
I'm gonna be dreaming
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
Bin heut ruhig, trag mein Gold, denn sie kennen mich jetzt, ja (yay)
Papa stolz, bin dankbar, denn ich glaub an Gott, ja (blessed)
Seele tot, es ist schwer, Devil in mei'm Ohr, ja
Der Schmerz sitzt tief, noch ein Glas und ich flieg fort, ja (skrr)
Demons in mei'm Kopf trotz Prada-Shorts, ja (yay)
Stimmen, die ich hör, wann hört es auf? Ja (wann?)
Ständig wach, diе Nacht kommt, Bro, ich lauf, ja (grr, grr)
Weg vor mir selbst, guck, alles grau, ja (yay)
Bro, Bro, wo blеibt der Sinn? Ja (yay)
Will wieder in den Film wo ich war als Kind (boom-pah)
Bro, sag, wo bleibt der Sinn? Ja (yay)
Tauis im Bag, doch um mich alles still
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone (turn)
Dance
Yeah, sharks in the hood, no Bathing Ape (suh-suh)
I'm in Tate with a taper fade (suh-suh-suh-suh)
See Jess, it's a three liter engine
I told my bredrin, "Take that Chase" (turn)
All the times that I flew from home
Why? I weren't tryna take that raid
I'm still free to say, "Amazing Grace"
All this gold got me feelin like Flavor Flav
I'm feelin' like Flavor Flav, but used to be on a workers wage
Now I might need a quarter million English just to work that stage
And I still don't do it for the Met, you know the Broadwater way
Leave that to them opp boys, they're just vexed, they get burnt like sage
I made the trenches lit, everyone from my strip I'm protective with
This money get spent on sticks, they say get it how you live
Them opp boys need 8-ball on connie, me an' Frog gonna do man, spent a brick
We're so verified, we the ones giving out blue ticks
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die
You wanna go, you wanna go
You wanna go, you wanna go
Dance 'til you die
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby
I'm gonna be dreaming (oh, yeah)
Dance for me, baby (oh, yeah)
We blow up your phone
Dance 'til you die
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Atuahene Opoku, Patrick Grossmann, Irving Ampofo Adjei, Gennaro Alessandro Frenken
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