[Verse 1: Białas]
What a beautiful lady with energy
I hit her up and tear her out for "come on, don't fuck"
We'll put together in a moment, arrange the puzzle pieces
If I'm the same as in pieces, go for it
They talk and they stick, I had a feeling
She is ready to sleep in my legs so that I don't run away
So I invite her over, I have a free mattress
She may not be the most beautiful, but character is good
There used to be love there when I was returning from concerts
Now just some rags or piles of t-shirts
And I know
You are a babe that I would love even if I knew you had AIDS
We keep drinking, funnel, funnel, funnel
This party was supposed to end with me
And I'm lying on the boards, beaten by the police
And think that I came out on this Cossack
Because she was awakened in the morning by a stain on the mattress, which

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
There are only arts and melange everywhere
It is tempting when you do, and it must open your eyes
And I have an empty mattress in my cabin
Empty mattress, empty mattress, what
There are only arts and melange everywhere
It is tempting when you do, and it must open your eyes
And you have an empty mattress in the cabin
Empty mattress, empty mattress, what
[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
Some lady is scanning, I'm that patient
Which she would like to postpone tomorrow like that for later
My baby girls don't wear black leopard print
But they can defend themselves like The Black Arts Movement
They won't let you call "bitch" to them, boy
But the lights go out and they have a fucking lot of needs
I'm not mature, I'm not breaking up yet, simple
There is no way an endeavor will be fruitless anyway
I have only arts ready to work
But tell them my little one is taking a mattress
It runs from now to now, loop chronology
I am not interested in life after life, death after death
The therapists themselves, but still not helping
I had to follow my heart, can you believe that my heart is talking?
What, I sit there and think about where it happened
Hug me, burn out and water myself with kerosene because

[Chorus: Quebonafide]
There are only arts and melange everywhere
It is tempting when you do, and it must open your eyes
And I have an empty mattress in my cabin
Empty mattress, empty mattress, what
There are only arts and melange everywhere
It is tempting when you do, and it must open your eyes
And I have an empty mattress in my cabin
Empty mattress, empty mattress, what