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[Bridge]
I sit at Plan B on my own for two hours
You were supposed to be my wife but there's still nothing new
Three hours at Plan B on my own
You were supposed to be my wife but there's still nothing new
 
[Verse 1]
Life is a bunch of nonsense but I'd like mine to be rare
You don't pick up the phone so I'm sending letters
It stopped raining already and worms are slithering into the city
They're probably all going on a date with you, those cunts
My once healthy lungs are now whistling
Rattling, buzzing, whistling, I drank gin before visiting the internist
I keep telling him about the lung but he doesn't want to listen to me
Tells me: 'Son of a bitch, go away'
Healthy brain keeps producing bad dreams
And memories chase me like that verse from 'Crybaby'
I gave you unique things like those Peweksy
But now you call me an 'ex-guy'
I don't have you, I don't have anything, only those lyrics
That keep biting eachother in my notebook like rabid dogs
Tiny bit away from madness, cold and dirt in the brain
And my heart is shaking like an epileptic
 
[Bridge]
So many hours at Plan B on my own
You were supposed to be my wife but there's still nothing new
[Chorus]
Life is:
Race through space. Some tears, sometimes bliss
And then: a sticky cobweb in an empty wallet
Life is:
Race with flags between barricades
While death is chasing and yelling 'Stop, citizen!'
Open your briefcase please (okay)
Tell us your PESEL please (hmm, okay)
Please don't worry about the world or your own existence
Please remember that there's no soul, you're just a piece of meat
Tell us your PESEL please
 
[Verse 2]
To all the happy people: please stop fucking pissing me off
Because I'm planning to tear something off of every single happy person
And all those pretty teeth will roll down the pavement
If you keep shining them at me, fucking hell!
It's not a comedy, Antigone is meant to be your example
Here it's supposed to be a tragedy, an antique choir has to stand nearby
Please, go kill yourselves, seriously I can even give you a rope myself
Or some kind of a rifle, just all of you go sleep in coffins
I don't sleep, I swallow energy drinks
You see, how am I supposed to sleep when I hear those damn yells everywhere?
I hear conversations and sticky vomit from the parties
And there's even a violinist playing under my window, though he's doing quite well...
Besides that I wait, I wait for a call from her
Tobacco spinning in my lungs and concrete running in my veins
My life is running away again, I'm chasing the peloton again
But life is getting faster and it runs away with my woman
Ditch sleeping, leave sleep to the skeletons
I'm waiting for you at Plan B, I'll be waiting here forever
I write, and you say nothing, understand that you hurt and dishonor me
I've just seen you, are you having fun in the city? Kill yourself
I keep waiting, Saviour Square, come and save me
I won't bite or shoot, come and drink with me
After all I can see you're reading what I write
So tomorrow I'll write it all down and send it to the public
[Bridge]
So many hours at Plan B on my own
You were supposed to be my wife but there's still nothing new
 
[Chorus]
Life is:
Race through space. Some tears, sometimes bliss
And then: a sticky cobweb in an empty wallet
Life is:
Race with flags between barricades
While death is chasing and yelling 'Stop, citizen!'
Open your briefcase please (okay)
Tell us your PESEL please (hmm, okay)
Please don't worry about the world or your own existence
Please remember that there's no soul, you're just a piece of meat
Tell us your PESEL please
 

Next station

It's Jarzyna's birthday, I drove to Młociny
In the morning the hangover only came after I drove past Wawrzyszew
Constantly drunk, I go past Stare Bielany
Constantly buzzed, in old clothes, constantly sleepy
If I was religious I would go to confession
But I have issues with God, I think (that) as I see Słodowiec
The air escaping somewhere near Marymont metro
I didn't have enough to exhale again, I have to go ashore
Some boy eats a sandwich loudly
And it's only Plac Wilsona, I might pass out
An artist with a briefcase thinks he's some Matejka or Banksy
But he lacks imagination, Dworzec Gdański soon
(Next station) - Ratusz Arsenał
'Ł' said with front of the tongue, and I'm suffering right now
I close my eyes and pray to be at Świętokrzyska already
People came in with kebab, grinding meat in their mouths
 
(Next station): one liter of wine and half liter of vodka
And six cigarettes, so you can smoke and ponder your sadness
(Next station): one liter of vodka and half liter of wine
The end of June, winter is soon
Like a partisan in this sad as fuck city
Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough
(Next station): in this sad as fuck city
Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough
 
I hear someone playing on a chair, this must be the downtown
He's quite good, someone should buy him a drum already
I struggle with pain when I go past Politechnika
I think some guy wants my seat, he's standing and staring
(Next station): Pole Mokotowskie
A nun is reading God's Word sadly
Dead silence in the wagon, Racławicka metro is soon
Everyone's a little unkempt, everyone's tightening the belt
Gentlemen without wives, their penises are itching
They talk about women as we pas Wierzbno
My tongue meets my teeth and feels the aftertaste of wine
But that's the last remaining drop, Wilanowska soon
I have to get out, I cant do it anymore
Rain, storming from my temples to my hindbrain, and it's only Służew
I know! I forgot to drink any liquids
I move the water bottle, It's already Ursynów
At least I think so, I can't see well, I have to cut my hair
I'm really fed up with this, I go past Stokłosy
I think I drank with the demons yesterday
They begged me to share with them, Imielin soon
And now please be quite like monks from Shaolin
My head is hurting a lot, you hear me? Natolin soon.
And suddenly I know that I'm in trouble
The last station: Kabaty
 
(Next station): one liter of wine and half liter of vodka
And six cigarettes, so you can smoke and ponder your sadness
(Next station): one liter of vodka and half liter of wine
The end of June, winter is soon
Like a partisan in this sad as fuck city
Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough
(Next station): in this sad as fuck city
Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough
 
My family is probably praying and missing (me)
They probably went to a pilgrimage at Matka Boska Liecheńska
Because this party lasted around as much as the Congress of Vienna
But I come back, go into metro, Dworzec Wileński station
IPhone calling but I don't feel like talking
A minx from Praga is standing in a disco-baroque outfit
Now the train goes past the Stadion Narodowy station quickly
I used to buy GTA and Eminem's new albums here
Centrum Nauki Kopernik
A boy with dreads is holding a bag, and inside it is a greenhouse
The smell of marijuana eases my temple while I'm still drunk
I smile at it, but the guy dares to walk out
An accordionist got inside on the Uniwersytet station
He loves to play gypsy rhythms and scream
I give him two złoty because I like music too
Though I think metro's wagon is ruining his acoustic
Metro Świętokrzyska
People came in with kebab, grinding meat in their mouths
One of them so hairy he'd need a hundred tweezers
The hot sauce stains his hoodie somewhere around Rondo ONZ
I could stare at him all day
A simple travel in metro, and so many excitements come from it
But enough of this drive, I have to get out and look at the sky again
Last station Rondo Daszyńskiego
 
(Next station): one liter of wine and half liter of vodka
And six cigarettes, so you can smoke and ponder your sadness
(Next station): one liter of vodka and half liter of wine
The end of June, winter is soon
Like a partisan in this sad as fuck city
Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough
(Next station): in this sad as fuck city
Gigantic hangover and pizza with greasy dough
 

POL Smoke

I tell them arrivederci
I think about the times when I wasn't afraid of death (block block)
I drank, I smoked these hundreds - year after year
You don't pretend to be Greek here (you were there with me)*
In Wola they sprinkled me a feta
Foam on the face, I spit that foam on the sweater
The goods were selling by themselves, cousin, marketing was irrelevant to them
I was just a kid, money from my grandfather for drugs
(I'm ashamed)
(Shame)
 
Basically everyone has a secret
Not everyone puts it in the verse
Every new bang is 'ykhh, ekhh'
Karma returns like GetBack
Karma returns like a comet
Karma in the face like an airbag
Grim Reaper will ask about me (what?)
He shoot me down, bang bang
My dealer was Grzesiek
He writes, that there is a drought in the city
-I can't give you much
He says triple-perfect
Act: Wiatraczna roundabout
White day, five pm
Language school, speak up!
Everything irie, wagwan
I smoke drugs on the roof of Blue City
We smoke half spliffs here
Drug click-clak
Loading the cartridge into the fifa
I liked weed, when I didn't have it, I used to be hyperactive
Thank God - I threw these blunts before I got the hay of music, I would lose everything
 
I tell them arrivederci
I think about the times when I wasn't afraid of death (block block)
I drank, I smoked these hundreds - year after year
You don't pretend to be Greek here (you were there with me)
In Wola they sprinkled me a feta
Foam on the face, I spit that foam on the sweater
The goods were selling by themselves, cousin, marketing was irrelevant to them
I was just a kid, money from my grandfather for drugs
(I'm ashamed)
 
New year, new mill
I make pop, I make smoke
Rest In Peace Pop Smoke
I make the sauce, I lead the way
No, I don't care about gossip
Who and what does with whom
My nights are getting weirder and weirder
I wake her up, make a drink
I still remember how the police searched me in 09
Yesterday they would have found at least three
Today it's just a foil
It's a weird option that any face that has a wardrobe is hiding it
She burned the commodity, and her ambition burned out with the commodity
Today, the levels are divided into clicks according to this specificity
Who likes to smell, who likes to smoke, who likes to drink more
The sober are sitting in the square, they are incompatible
I know ex junkies who play body building out of boredom
I was in the first, second, third group
But not the fourth (never the fourth)
You don't want a white lump
You are blacklisted (blacklisted)
Would you like to join the club, you are not on the list of any
And if you don't want to drink vodka
See, you're gone even more
 
I say arrivederci
I say arrivederci
 

Cabriolets

I like cabriolets, an expensive car but I pour in cheap diesel
I go 'vroom, vroom' my lady screams 'oh my!'
Tequila, sex, marijuana, all cheap pleasures
But in summer my head can't think of anything specific
Too bad, that's just my fetish
Too bad, that's my appetite
When I was seventeen I would smoke grams and sachets
Not so much recently, but the vibe is the same as back then
Open your wallet check if you have enough for cigarettes
Two, three, eight, aw, sadly not enough
My people are like Martens boots
Your people are like velcro Nike
I see them when I go to parties in Warsaw
I used to be trapped at house by satanic verses
I have to wake up early because my schedule is full
But you won't find out about it from some cheap newspaper, no
 
I keep driving and change gears
I keep driving
 
I mix half vodka and half soda in a cup
A drink that I will cure with black coffee in the morning
Igi calls me, paparazzi caught us again - sucks
Us with the squad, thank God they blurred our faces
They chase us in a cavalcade
I wear a tracksuit, they want to catch me wearing some Balenciaga
They write, zoom in, and stare at my flaws
But they won't write about how me and my friend sold out a stadium
July's buses behind the window
159 cruises through the city here
I think about how I used to ride it to my highschool
I feel moved thinking about it when I'm hungover
I like when ice gets crushed a lot
I like people, I like loud, I hate silence
I like certain things, I don't like predicting
I want to progress through my road, I don't like hesitating
Everyone who has to know, knows it well, I don't have to say it
If you're not my friend I don't have to like you
I have to buy real estate, not vodka
I don't get into car crashes anymore like doctor Lubicz
This isn't 'Playing Manly' boy, it's not corporate music
Not minivans but oldschool Volvo cruisin'
If you're listening to this in a car then drive slowly, cousin
Rest in peace, young Leh, may your soul rest in peace
 
I keep driving and change gears
I keep driving
 
I think I'll make a third verse again, and then fourth, you know
I like nights that end in consternation, you know
When I get fined and when they steal my wallet, so
I'm sad that I haven't been punched in my face in a long time
I like when bottles break in a club
When alcoholics babble to each other sadly
I like, I like when various walls break in people
Fat-slim clouds above Warsaw are forecasting a fight
Tottenham didn't win, I'm pouring myself a lot of vodka
I smoke a blunt, I take a sip, pour another round
But this existence would be much emptier without sadness
I've seen a lot in my life but never a bitch in the mirror
I wake up half past five, Gucci Mane wakes me up
I feel like Bruce Wayne but I don't wake her up
Rock you, rock you like a hurricane
Studio day today
Wait, wait for me with rum, I'll be late babe
 
I keep driving and change gears
I keep driving (Shhh)
 
Fifi is making progress, beating records as if they owed me money
I'll find my way silently, I won't ask, and won't get lost
When I shave, the media cries after my damned mustache
Water after a drink, and only then a drink again
I am Bonaparte, and she's my Josephine
My rocket out of your league
With my rocket I play Rocket League
I drink wine at Saint-Gilles, call me Saint-Philippe
Mobb Deep is playing, I'm reading Moby Dick
A$AP Rocky with Moby is playing, I'm making another hit
They say 'street' and 'homies' but it's just sesame street
 
I keep driving and change gears
I keep driving
 
I want a cabriolet in my garage, not a maluch
I work for it on my own
I do cardio like Paluch
I don't despise anybody, I keep my guard up
I scream my head off for fans
I pick up a very expensive glass
I check my bank balance the next day
I have some expensive furniture, a few new paintings
But still the same faces around me, for years the same friends
At school friendships were more important to me
I can tell you that right away
Because I didn't care about the atomic number of potassium
In a country where people hate their own neighbors
'Helping disabled people, with my fucking tax money?
There's no way!
I keep feeling worried about young Poles
The only way out is to kill yourself or run away to the east
Or maybe not, because you're too afraid of Arabs
Of faggots, of enemies and your own neighbors
Hanging nooses on necks next to expensive ties
The only way left is to drink, cheers to my brothers
Cheers
To liquor shops, to empty bottles
and full delivery rooms
Cheers (Dawid Podsiadło)
To government elections
To old promises, disguised as new
Cheers (Kizo)
To colorful magazines, to cheep beer
To scratch cards, and drawing games
To psychotropics and crisis brides
Cheap motels, condoms, and divorce papers
Cheers (Ras)
To cheap fruit vodkas
To gullible bosses and sick leaves
Cheers (schafter)
To the growing ozone holes
Free parking and cars
Cheers (Pezet)
To flowers from a gas station
For valentines, anniversaries, and women's day
Cheers (Rosalie.)
I finish and let the postcard go
Best wishes, yours Fifi, a common man
Cheers
 

Two Złoty Dancing

A cursed soul, first communion
Dead people stare at me, grim reaper glances from the stained glass
The phantom has stab wounds and nails in both hands
Wound spills on a shoe, my dress is red
Or a 'Carol', a pastoral visit
Dad would leave the house and ride his Opel Vectra
The priest sips on coffee loudly and scolds me
He tells me about Satan and other important monsters from hell
Says I'll burn in hell forever if I'm not faithful
And I'll be heavily depressed until my death
Jesus died for me, and that's no small thing
Although I'm not sure why there's so many contradictions in faith
God can be anything except for second to none
He created the universe, look at all these wonderful planets
He created the man and so many various species
But he still needs a 20 from you
Interesting how greed is one of the deadly sins, right?
Where's loving your neighbor when they tell me to 'shut up', huh?
You are white, you are straight, you are straight
Don't you have anything else to be proud of, huh?
Children starve, there's not enough food on the table again
Their last supper was at the communion
Sparkling 2 złoty dance on a tray
Renovating the vicarage because not everyone is equally equal
 
Two złoty on me dancing
Two złoty on me dancing
Two złoty on me dancing
Two złoty on me dancing
 
My pastor was cruising on an axis with a merol car
He was so fat, I guess he didn't get the memo about fasting
He went 'vroom, vroom' in the car, playing only one radio station
Preaching about fruit somehow isn't fruitful
My pastor was cruising on an axis with a merol car
He was so fat, I guess he didn't get the memo about fasting
He went 'vroom, vroom' in the car, playing only one radio station
Preaching about fruit somehow isn't fruitful
 
In this building where I fight for my own soul
Expensive robes, expensive stone, expensive ore
Dear Lord if you exist you'd understand
You'd understand why I had to run away
Pastor was constantly riding the new car
I thought 'Someone up there must really like him'
Sometimes I talked to my guardian angel:
'Why do people keep stealing roses from grandpa's grave?'
Priest is talking about paranormal things
Fire in his eyes, some other boy is playing organs
I confess my sins terrified that he will tell my mom
I'm forgiven but I'm still anxious, no, no
 
It's not easy, it's not easy, i know that, my pulse is low
They're going to cut off my head, I'm no 'bad boy'
Just an evil boy that will end up in hell
 
Two złoty on me dancing
Two złoty on me dancing
Two złoty on me dancing
Two złoty on me dancing
 
My pastor was cruising on an axis with a merol car
He was so fat, I guess he didn't get the memo about fasting
He went 'vroom, vroom' in the car, playing only one radio station
Preaching about fruit somehow isn't fruitful
My pastor was cruising on an axis with a merol car
He was so fat, I guess he didn't get the memo about fasting
He went 'vroom, vroom' in the car, playing only one radio station
Preaching about fruit somehow isn't fruitful
 

W.N.P

[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway & CatchUp]
'03 classmate brought a CD, some files on it
Three people at a pool drinking, they're rather nice to each other
Both ladies had yellow thongs, he calls them both 'sweetie'
He touches the golden skin like Midas, and they scream like MIDI
A week ago a pussy and a bird in my speech was just Sylvester and Tweety (Tweety)
A week ago it was still Edd, Edd, Eddie, Johnny Bravo, and Dexter and DeeDee (DeeDee)
The guy at school had an illegal business converting sex to DVD (VD)
A week ago they'd stick out their tongue and now they mimic fellatio
It ruined many people's heads, just trust me
After school Fox Kids and at night porn
Then new stuff from eMule
(Hidden) in Baldur's Gate folder or in biology presentation
My friend described a gangbang to me while we were collecting money for WOŚP
My friend would swear up and down that this is how adults do it, because...
 
[Chorus]
We were raised by pornography (we were raised by pornography)
We were raised by pornography (we were raised by pornography)
Most of us had both a father and mother at home (Most had father and mother)
But in those topics it was always the pornography that raised us (no, no, no, no)
 
[Verse 2]
Boys see what they want, and then boys want what they see
They want their own sex goddess, who's a virgin at the same time
They want Mary Magdalene in bed, who's a nun at the same time
To put it simply, they want a woman that's liked in both sheets and streets
That woman has to always want a threesome, even though she's not bisexual
You always say 'Homos are ew but lesbians are actually kind of cool'
Her only mission is to guess what cheap fantasies you have in your head
And she has to have big boobs and a 6-pack, but also drink beer and eat pizza with you because...
In a movie: they're in the best form, always want sex and ask the nicest
In a movie: you never come too early, no one will complain 'it's too painful'
In a movie: no one goes to the drugstore because he was supposed to pull out but stayed inside
In a movie: a man doesn't know objection because he knows no one will threaten him with prison
 
[Chorus]
We were raised by pornography (we were raised by pornography)
We were raised by pornography (we were raised by pornography)
Most of us had both father and mother at home (Most had father and mother)
But in those topics it was always the pornography that raised us (no, no, no, no)
 
[Verse 3]
When a man watches Matrix he won't jump on buildings (no)
But show him porn about stepsisters and he will start dreaming about cousins (ey)
Although in the head its obvious, lust makes you forget that it's fiction
That's where my hard to grasp message comes from - that porn lies just like TV does
Love is a road toward pleasure but sometimes 'Werther' happens
Sometimes love is a beautiful trilogy and sometimes it's an awkward verse
You can *grunting* her hard, believe me, while still showing her respect
Don't think that it's unmanly, believe me, those thoughts make no sense
 

1990s Utopia

[Intro]
- Do you remember the color of the sky at the French Riviera?
- And the Venetian pink of that apartment near the canal?
- The white of your dress was beautiful (beautiful, beautiful, beautiful)
 
[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway & Katarzyna Kowalczyk]
[Taco]
Act 1.:
I'll have a flat stomach
I'll have a dashing walk
Bald like some God
Clothes made in Italy
To be fair i don't have my own words but I'll have my own SUV
When you don't have such goods they'd say 'Must improve', and you?
[Kacha]
I'll have a nice wedding, like from Hollywood
White dress, white smile, shine of smooth legs
I'll make him bread with margarine so he loses weight
When he comes back from the forest with son I'll clean any dirt
 
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
You wanted life like from a commercial
The lector always knew how to live and where to go
The candidate says it will be normal here again
But what is this normal supposed to be, who is it for?
 
[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway & Katarzyna Kowalczyk]
[Taco]
Act 2.:
I'll have thick hair
I'll have a manly chest
Enough energy for more hours, maybe boss will appreciate it
I'll have the prettiest font on my business card
I drink in a pub with my friend, she texts me 'Where did you go?'
[Kacha]
Sometimes he comes back at 3am, I ask him where he was this time
Sometimes he hits, but he's smart, tries to avoid the face
Back when I married him it was supposed to be passionate
But instead he gives me a second baby and new dish gel
 
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
You wanted life like from a commercial
The lector always knew how to live and where to go
The candidate says it will be normal here again
But what is this normal supposed to be, who is it for?
 
[Verse 3: Taco Hemingway & Katarzyna Kowalczyk]
[Taco]
Act 3.:
I wake up to fresh coffee
I dream about getting a promotion
Wife asks me 'Where's this aggression form?'
I tell her 'It's a manly thing'
She was supposed to leave me but she still looks over
(She) salivates when I tie a loop around my neck - a tie
[Kacha]
I give the babies cereal, for him eggs from a cage
I see him for the last time when he leaves for work
I kiss my kids on the forehead, sit in a boiling hot bathtub
Gillette razor slits a vein, their mother's blood flows out
 
[Bridge: Katarzyna Kowalczyk]
In a life beautiful like in a commercial
There's no place for my own plans
In a life beautiful like in a commercial
There's no place for my own plans
In a life beautiful like in a commercial
There's no place for my own plans
 
[Chorus: Katarzyna Kowalczyk]
You wanted life like from a commercial
The lector always knew how to live and where to go
The candidate says it will be normal here again
But what is this normal supposed to be, who is it for?
 

Polish Tango

Versions: #1
Back in the 90s you had no identity
West kept going forward, west had no mercy
We had to help each other to not be overrun in the race
The world of ex-enemies predicted that we'd be hungry
They winked at us to stop fasting
And we were shocked - so many new things in shops
Plastic toys, cool new porn
Paint in colors of raspberries, bananas, blueberries, and peaches!
They call them 'gray flats'? What fucking gray flats
Everything here is vibrant - Girls, guys, and yorks
Purple bruises, probably because she was being naughty
He's got kefir for men, toffee flavored well-balanced protein
My country left it's cage and now it's in shambles
My country can be run by any loser
In my country the education is uneducated
On one side a fair and on the other Europe
 
I'm dancing polish tango
My legs are in mud because Wisła is a swamp
Our national colors are like Santa Claus which makes sense
Because I stopped believing in Poland long ago
I'm dancing polish tango
My legs are in mud because Wisła is a swamp
Our national colors are like Santa Claus which makes sense, sense
sense, sense...
 
Who are you? A little Pole
What's your sign? Bag full of white
Where do you live? Under supervision
In what country? This fucked up one
What is this land? It's my sandcastle
How was it conquered? With fearmongering
Do you love it? A lot, I'm serious
And what do you believe in? I don't believe in anything
 
Who are you? A little Pole
My beautiful scenery is all ruined with fucking billboards
Sometimes i happen to see a familiar face on one of them
I ask them to stop but they just laugh and say
'Okay dude fucking calm down...'
The entire flat is partying in Warsaw
I'm listening to my previews, call the cops if I'm pissing you off
I can hear those sirens ringing somewhere in Muranów
Those sirens keep wailing, those sirens went crazy
 
I'm dancing polish tango
My legs are in mud because Wisła is a swamp
Our national colors are like Santa Claus which makes sense
Because I stopped believing in Poland long ago
I'm dancing polish tango
My legs are in mud because Wisła is a swamp
Our national colors are like Santa Claus which makes sense, sense
sense, sense...
 
Their main mission is to tell you that you're doing great
Only you are right, the rest of the world is living a lie
The horizon is pretty but try to look more narrow
(Look more narrow, look more narrow)
Vaccines and 5G are the enemy
Adults are educated by random Facebook pages
Your nephew is a faggot because gender is in fashion
And the most anti-polish thing is hating coal
A little coal never killed nobody
I burn the black gold with my homies
Either way - God is with us, fuck you
Say your prayers, hallelujah, and go forward bitches