[1. Verse: Karuzo]
Game over, game over, we're broke, Bro
Oh no! No more groupies, sluts and blowjobs!
Everyone loves Cro-Pop and flows soft
While my show flopped because I rock way too stoned
I smoke stuff, Mary Jane, Dope Material
There's no one, except you, I puff Haze non-stop
At some point everything's cool, everything's boss
And then we get up in the morning and are dropped on Selfmade
That's how it works, we weren't mainstream enough
Despite the fake interviews, not even fame in the juice
While in the gay member crews everyone sucks dick
Are Sikk da fucking kid and I out, we're running out of shit, yau
My entire advance - up in smoke
The sales of my CD's have gone up in smoke
/>The fee for the Jam's went up in smoke
And the money from GEMA went to the Pape's
(Hook: Karuzo) [x2]
It's all over, we are out, out, out
Not even our fans turn up our sound loudly
No salvation, we're broke, broke, broke
All that helps now is more dope, dope, dope
[2. Verse: Karuzo]
Hey darling, did you know that I'm a star?
I'd better tell you that I'm broke after the blowjob
Don't panic, I'll steal Manolo Blahnik
And maybe there will be a comeback, because we were at various castings
But no one calls back, I'm slowly going crazy
Shit - now I remember it, I have mine Mobile phone sold
That won't work, damn it, Sikk, we need a master plan
Do you still have the platinum card? Partner, good baboon
Let the machines crack, get some automatic ratchets
And we'll make business out of tuned automatic carts
German Limousin', the jeans from medicine via Amsterdam
To Vienna Run away, they'll never catch us, but
It's over, I'm giving up, my friend
Do I still have any ideas? Yep - build a joint
And while we exhale deep yellow clouds of smoke
We realize there's only one way out of here - wake up
(Hook: Karuzo) [x2]
Just kidding, we're in, in, in
Everyone knows, genetics is king
We're stars, we're fame, fame, fame
Everything What we need is more Haze, Haze, Haze