[Verse 1: Białas]
Something still prevents me from being ideal
I'm an angel and a devil, I still hang out in bars
Why waste time working for some two wheels with a hook, mate
A scrap collection trolley
And you'd like a cart, it can be used
Your bitch is like a Cabriolet, getting down on her knees
The game itself is fucked up a long time ago
And the albums, I'm just going with five, although I don't have a van
Recently I was wondering who I would like to do a song with
But no one came to mind
You say you hit me sodium and you take the throne?
You, how in your ass did you fucking break up with her?
Maybe this doll keeps you having problеms over and over again
Concerts at all, although hе constantly makes Ci scenes
Why did you tell her you have a dream life?
Giving her a T-shirt to sleep on, she now wears it every day
That sucker of hers says to me that I'm gonna get some marbles
What? He wants to give me beads, let him connect the pumpkins with the wall
I'm not Mack ... the one ... you know which one
I don't stylize though I just brush my mind, beng

[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
This is QueQuality, plays without names, water without being drunk
As we dance, the whole city follows it; Techno Viking
Hidden demon, like in Hello Kitty
It's life as fast as Velocity
If you prefer groundlessness to naked truth
I know a pretty painting, the hieroglyphs of our last days
I'm the guy who screams in the locker room
I'm that guy, I'm that guy, I'm that guy, that's enough
And my people are not those who will let go easily
My all-in-one ..., uh, yes, yes, cash payment
Although I had a severe downtime, I am the fifth Beatles
There are rumors about you, but you are standing still
I have a band ready and a concert mood
I do not take prisoners, send them quickly to Damascus
I'm trapped, understand the scene is my guild
I am correcting after God, call me Quebon Phidias
I have to try to win, this style is perky fucking
You don't cover me up, wickedness wears different masks