[Verse 1]
It's two, two zeroes, four on the street
They think much more broadly on the street
Brothers didn't look after the little ones
The boys say we gotta move with them
Those who didn't move just don't dig it
At nine, the boys smoke and try to reckon again
Where to find more smoking and where to get more dough?
Who is considered rich in your area?
[Bridge]
Who is considered rich in your area?
Who is considered rich in your area?
Brothers didn't look after the little ones
Boys say wе gotta move with them
The boys say wе gotta move with them
The boys say we gotta move with them
The boys say we gotta move with them
And dad says that:
[Verse 2]
Butter is cool
Butter seemed expensive to us
Maybe
Maybe not available to our other neighbors
But that's not why I went crazy on the money one day (you know that)
Sometimes we exchanged fear for experience
Then I didn't have time to look back
Those who were kinda sane, kicking themselves in the chest, are losing it
By inertia, I had to dive there with everyone
Young and dumb, with spring mood
No worries, nah, no worries
Maybe no worries, but no fucking money either
Every one of your neighbors is just a fucking deadbeat
The kid in the mirror is the same, he just watched more TV
You and your music, you are both fucked up, both of you
And butter is cool
[Pre-Chorus]
Dad knows a lot, he knows everything
Dad knows why you smell like fire
Dad planted so many trees
The boys know a lot, they know the whole area
The boys know how easy it is to get around the law
But someone jailed all your friends
Dad knows a lot, knows who is to blame
Dad knows how to chop wood properly
Dad made his way, but the doors did not open
Maybe it's a document, maybe it's just words
Maybe I'm smarter, maybe I'm dumber
But I never knocked, and all the doors opened
You never know what will happen
[Chorus]
What a poor kid without a degree should do?
But with interest to play "in adult games, lie and wield a crowbar?"
(Sit on the Ring Road? Stop it!)
Where can I get money for calling credit?
For cigs, meth, fuck it, booze?
Okay, where can I get money for my studies?
Fuck it everything up properly
'Cause daddy knows best
[Pre-Chorus]
Dad knows a lot, he knows everything
Dad knows why you smell like fire
Dad planted so many trees
The boys know a lot, they know the whole area
The boys know how easy it is to get around the law
But someone jailed all your friends
Dad knows a lot, knows who is to blame
Dad knows how to chop wood properly
Dad made his way, but the doors did not open
Maybe it's a document, maybe it's just words
Maybe I'm smarter, maybe I'm dumber
But I never knocked, and all the doors opened
You never know what will happen
[Chorus]
What a poor kid without a degree should do?
But with interest to play "in adult games, lie and wield a crowbar?"
(Sit on the Ring Road? Stop it!)
Where can I get money for calling credit?
For cigs, meth, fuck it, booze?
Okay, where can I get money for my studies?
Fuck it everything up properly
'Cause daddy knows best