Ooo, oo, oo
Yo
I had one hundred zlotys, the bill was one hundred and ten
We escaped from the waiter on a red Vespa
Then we drank wine and burst into laughter
We made love in the park because it was a warm August
It’s all bullshit because you haven’t been here for a long time
It’s winter and I don’t drink
And I don’t ride scooters, and what about the waiter?
If so, he would have been tipped properly
Because I have a lot of money and a lot of complexes
A lot of money, a deficit in the heart
I have a lot of money, but I would like to be poor and be with you
And have a young face again
Because I have a lot of money and a lot of complexes
A lot of money, a deficit in the heart
I have a lot of money, but I would like to be poor and be with you
Do you want to escape from here?
Don’t you want to be here?
I have bad news, ha
Can’t get out of your head, yo
You can’t get out of your head
I was thirteen when my mother got sick
I could have been an orphan, so I liked beer
I was going to high school, I was five feet tall
I looked ten years old and dreamed of having pimples
Eighteen – a girl liked me
Maybe she didn’t love me – television loved me
Twenty – my mother, fame, girlfriend are gone
Dad and amphetamines showed up
When she died at home and everyone had gone
I lay down next to them and the Doors played
I don’t remember after that, I know there was music
I woke up at the age of twenty-eight
Career, girlfriend, family, three two
And I quit drugs, three four – I have a son
There is a peak, a high, a high, a valley
A heart as cracked as a window at a bus stop
You have to fall and hit the bottom with your head
To wake up and see that
The journey is amazing, I love every breath
I’m coughing a bit, I’ll quit smoking on Friday
You have to fall and hit the bottom with your head
To wake up and see that
The journey is amazing, I love every breath
I’m still coughing a little, I’ll quit smoking on Friday
The last verse for the shit who boasts that
Hip hop has turned upside down
Because he smokes fat curls, the king of braggia
Don’t drink so much, you’ll puke on Balenciagas
Do you want to escape from here?
Don’t you want to be here?
I have bad news, ha
You can’t get it out of your head, ha
You can’t get out of your head
And the last one, mmm
In the car at the traffic lights, I honk at the woman
He puts it in emergency, I’m in a fucking hurry, ha
She gets out of the car and goes to the crossing because
A child’s wheelchair got stuck
So hop hop, you don’t know anything, you only see a slice
Hop hop, come on, don’t moan, be quiet and come, be quiet and come
Hop hop, forward, you’re just a passenger
So hop hop, forward, be grateful and walk
Ooo, oo, oo
Be grateful and walk
Ooo, oo, oo
Be grateful and be silent
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