Tonnin stiflat

In clubs I have tons of shoes

they don’t weight a ton, but they feel like it

Sometimes I picture them as Tsonga

When I can’t give to others Tsonga

Many years afterwards I swear on Hesari

I walk to those clubs which are in movement

On Sangari’s hot dog I eat

I go to the warm cups

I drive through the police on a bike

Before that their phone slide in the pocket

Every Goboels football team were freaking good

Now the football teams are worsening, towards hell

I understand on Sitgu’s flegme, it feels weird

The pumas hug the darts

That it could bring the Bolts even though the dogs bark

I dance under the stronboscope, I drink and shout

In clubs I have tons of shoes

they don’t weight a ton, but they feel like it

When I don’t give to others Tsonga

I slide, the old farts are in their bunkers below me

There are no locks nor barriers

The oily boyz are leaking and fall to the ground

Before the ride towards work

I pass by Hagis and take the tram

That roundabount as the previous one

The hobo gang raises the flamingo

And after they procrastinate, I grind - don’t they

Again they in the paljo smoke or do snooze

Now we have to put the tziggans on the coffee brewer

I am grinding, even though my mind is spinning

Here you get weed if you don’t act like a geek

In the club I have a ton of shoes

they do not weight a ton, but they feel like it

Sometimes I picture them as Tsonga

When I can’t give to others Tsonga