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Description
Producer: oddworld
Producer: Alexis Troy
Producer: Minhtendo
Mastering Engineer: Odrizz
Mixing Engineer: Odrizz
Recording Engineer: Alexis Troy
Recording Engineer: Minhtendo
Composer: oddworld
Composer: Alexis Troy
Composer: Minhtendo
Lyricist: Haftbefehl
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Syndrom Stockholm)
Zu viel Rock 'n' Roll, Syndrom Stockholm
Schlampe, wohin? Warst du schon Stoff hol'n?
Ja, so wohn'n wir am Block zwischen Hochhäusern
Die Koksseuche bricht aus, was los, Leute?
Blut klebt am Strohhalm von Koks, Kristall
Er liegt aufm kalten Boden, Überdosis, Todesfall
Sozialamt, Mindestlohn Gehalt, so werden wir im Hochhaus alt
Strom nicht bezahlt, Diggi, Stromausfall
Ich mein es ernst, ich bin nicht bloß auf Lall
Sollt ich meine Hände so oft falten? Nein, auf kein'n Fall
Denkst dir: "Was ist los auf einmal?"
Steig in den Mietwagen, bretter Richtung Holland
Bis ich geballert werde, dank dem Hessen Zollamt
Zu viel Rock 'n' Roll, Syndrom Stockholm
Schlampe, wohin? Warst du schon Stoff hol'n?
Ja, so wohn'n wir am Block zwischen Hochhäusern
Die Koksseuche bricht aus, was los?
Wi-wi-wir sind von Grund auf Verbrecher, Jungs aus der Drecksstadt
Dunkelgrauer Vectra, Biggie pumpt aus den Lautsprechern
Herkunft Zaza, so wie Veysel aus Essen
Frankfurt, Offenbach, Bankenstadt, ich bin Kanak aus Hessen
Wir häng'n nicht zugekifft an Couchecken, ja, da könn'n wir drauf wetten
Wenn wir was aussprechen, sagen es unsre Augäpfel
Schmauchspuren-Reste auf dem SL-Lack, außen rechts
Pust den Rauch von dem Lauf weg, Cowboys sind auf Stress
(Zu viel Rock 'n' Roll)
(Syndrom Stockholm)
Zu viel Rock 'n' Roll, Syndrom Stockholm
Schlampe, wohin, warst du schon Stoff hol'n?
Ja, so wohn'n wir am Block zwischen Hochhäusern
Die Koksseuche bricht aus, was los, Leute?
(Syndrom Stockholm)
English translation
(Stockholm syndrome)
Too much rock 'n' roll, Syndrome Stockholm
Bitch, where to? Have you already gone to get some fabric?
Yes, that's how we live on the block between high-rise buildings
The coke epidemic is breaking out, what's going on, people?
Blood sticks to the straw of coke, crystal
He's lying on the cold floor, overdose, death
Social security, minimum wage salary, that's how we grow old in a high-rise building
Electricity not paid, Diggi, power outage
I'm serious, I'm not just lalling
Should I fold my hands so often? No, definitely not
Are you thinking, “What’s going on all of a sudden?”
Get in the rental car and head towards Holland
Until I get shot, thanks to the Hesse customs office
Too much rock 'n' roll, Syndrome Stockholm
Bitch, where to? Have you already gone to get some fabric?
Yes, that's how we live on the block between high-rise buildings
The coke epidemic is breaking out, what's going on?
Wi-wi-we're criminals at heart, boys from the dirty city
Dark gray Vectra, Biggie pumps from the speakers
Origin Zaza, like Veysel from Essen
Frankfurt, Offenbach, banking city, I am Kanak from Hesse
We don't hang out on the corners of the couch stoned, yes, we can bet on that
When we say something, our eyeballs say it
Traces of smoke on the SL paint, outside right
Blow the smoke away from the barrel, cowboys are stressed
(Too much rock 'n' roll)
(Stockholm syndrome)
Too much rock 'n' roll, Syndrome Stockholm
Bitch, where have you been to get some material?
Yes, that's how we live on the block between high-rise buildings
The coke epidemic is breaking out, what's going on, people?
(Stockholm syndrome)