Red Bull
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It went, zero seven bottle goes to the dance floor
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Now we have it well, after the vodka we have a cesspool
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He controls everything efficiently, maintaining the phase
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I play the peacock at the gate, because that's what I do every time
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I leave the kebab, now I can go on drinking
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Red Bull vodka, pour Red Bull vodka
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Red Bull vodka, pour Red Bull vodka
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Vodka with Red Bull, area
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From vodka full to Red Bull, excited
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I was tired, now I'm standing here like new
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As in Rychu na Pewniak, I mix champagne with Red Bull
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I don't know if it's good, but now I can't feel my legs
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I ask the bartender what will give me wings
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After a while, I'm standing again with a red drink
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Now my hands are up against the ceiling and I shit everyone in the forehead
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Vodka with Red Bull, I'm going to have a healthy roll tonight
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Vodka with Red Bull and vodka with Red Bull pour
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Vodka with Red Bull and vodka with Red Bull pour
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Vodka with Red Bull and vodka with Red Bull pour
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Vodka with Red Bull, area
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You ride the cart all night and drink five Red Bulls
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You are not going to die, but you will be a little clever
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You drink Red Bull when you go to the gym
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And for the evening, add Finke to the Red Bull for relaxation
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Don't get fucked by what tastes alike
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After the Tiger tank, I can fall asleep comfortably
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I see a guy at ballets, he's sitting with Burn at a table
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With Burn at the table, I would burn out of shame
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Moments later, at the bar, he gets Lycha plus Cola
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What I look for a guy could have done it unknowingly
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So I open the drink can and pour the contents
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It tastes strange, slightly different in color
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But he kicks right and feels the power
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Now I know the night will be passing
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Now I know the night will be passing
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Now I know hey, hey, hey
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I'm not a bitch. Come drink jacks with Red Bull
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I am standing unstoppably by a wall, here we shout loudly in chorus
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I invite you to the second round, Bosski not fallen joules
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When the logs do not pump up, the max fun is here at all
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Woof, woof old, woof and woof is an alternative plan
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When Red Bull is away, he sneezes
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The stitch sticks here no one gets the stab
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When we get the crowd in here, there's no player on us
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What the hell, what did you fuck with the bullshit bull
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You are flying with us here to the cat, your tongue is a bit uncomfortable
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And behind the bar, the amount is increasing, full relaxation, it's Saturday
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Time of madness, not stupidity and we are fucking the place up
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I drink vodka here, I drink vodka here
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It works fine as long as I live here
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I keep my shape here, I don't puke, I don't rot
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It doesn't wobble, doesn't blow, like whores swill
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I drink vodka here, I drink vodka here
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I live with Red Bull and I don't hide it
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Because here you add Red Bull to water
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It is the gray Romek Bosski who are getting so dull |