Music: IAN ULVSEN
****ed up low-life vibe
Overpriced no-life tribe
Too old for shisha nights
Better home feels right
No movement, long lines freeze
All this nonsense repeats
All this nonsense they carve
In the end Prishtina starves
But fine, it breaks us yeah
Nothing new to see here
We're used to trips like these
Wait cause it gets more fierce
Wait, better days will rise up
Wait, we'll build the car from the dust
Wait, we'll get our fair luck
Wait, God holds all of us
Wait, better days will rise up
Wait, we'll build the car from the dust
Wait, we'll get our fair luck
Wait, God holds all of us
Since twenty-twenty-six
Brain twisted, caveman tricks
Think how the white veil still sticks
Dragging you down in the mix
They make you pay like in Spain
Tents included just for strain
Stand up my people, you ain't insane
Raise your voice, break the chain
Hear me, sip one from the PX
Pack the cloth, fuel the next
Voila my brother, Molotov flex
Then the fire starts to spread
Throw it clean, no regrets
Burn their lies and disrespect
Misery with no protect
No escape, ashes fall
Then rebuild, stand tall
We'll turn this land to bloom bloom
Cause we earned it true
We'll wipe away the shit shit
So our kids don't grow in gloom
Last chance now to make a move
Cause we've gone too far in mess
It's our duty to improve
For the next ones more than less
Wait, better days will rise up
Wait, we'll build the car from the dust
Wait, we'll get our fair luck
Wait, God holds all of us
Wait, better days will rise up
Wait, we'll build the car from the dust
Wait, we'll get our fair luck
Wait, God holds all of us