[Verse 1: Guzior]
I sat in the embankment
Let me call you to bah, who the fuck says "bah"?
I leave a tip, I turned a fah there, Bieber flies on the radio
They can hate, I like the type there, I do not move those beers
I'm sober, as you can see, I'm leading ...
He calls and rings, "Well, I'm going, BRO"
Everyone to the toilet suddenly as an appeal, lacquer on the nails varnish
Like some ass from one of the bands, he makes faces like a sapper
Eee, am I staring? He has a nostrils like a crater and he shouts, "Oh, you're the rapper!"
I wonder if he sometimes closes the roofing paper, probably when something clogs roofing paper (bleee)
I am the worst, I am again resorting to the simplest instincts
It's good that I do not call a whore of roksy ... fuck
And I like freaks, maybe a goth style or some dark one
I am the worst in the sense that the best, you smyku, give props
Coming back ... but my fucking quarrels are bothering us, what are you fucking ?!
Which is the thread for five minutes
Come back, you mention, eh, what are you fucking up?
I know it from autopsy, bombel, wake up, where are we?
Boys, around Wola
And it was supposed to be a mélange Nadodrze, well, if you prefer
It will end badly - as usual
Arm yourself with garlic, and where are the vampires, what they want blood
I do not know ... I'm used to it
I have a clove of crystal in my fist
What shines like nickel, let it shine the brightest
I'm waiting for my fawn, because I can not wait it out
And I squeeze the clove, and squeeze the clove
[Chorus: Guzior & ReTo]
I'm sleepy eieieie
Nothing is permanent eieieie
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Nothing is permanent eieieie
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I'm sleepy eieieie
Nothing is permanent eieieie
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[Verse 2: ReTo]
What kind of a princess's path, what's going on in melange?
I saw a guy who did not sleep a few days, his eyes were fucking like gates to the castle
Eyebrows raised, as if on guard, and eyebrow arches strained
He did not want to scare me, he was scared
As if he was landing, but uncertain
Many have clones on Facebook, numerous profiles with a photo
Some people prefer to become someone else if they feel uncertain about themselves
This is sick - I'm fucking, today I woke up and started again
Fresh and fresh - until I shave, it's unbelievable that they want to be Igor
Yhy, goddamn, the body has risen, but whether the head rose, what a tarot, time sly death
I will not give it back, do not reach out, Devil and God - and what profit, on three?
Life is more profitable during the day, because when night falls, it is more expensive
And if you fall asleep so rarely, then the light will be "for God"
I do not, I do not feel complicit, I was not there
If I had to give a pick-up, I would not give it without an excuse
I was not there, some time in orbit
I will see all of my fears, I will wipe them out for my whole life
[Chorus: Guzior & ReTo]
I'm sleepy eieieie
Nothing is permanent eieieie
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I'm sleepy eieieie
Nothing is permanent eieieie
Like henna tattoos
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I'm sleepy eieieie
Nothing is permanent eieieie
Like henna tattoos
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