Anti-hype, anti-hype
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Anti-hype, anti-hype
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Anti-hype, anti-hype
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I'm sitting in the car playing an old Smack tape
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It's dry outside, it's raining, smoking and vaping
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Main station, socky, dirt, stench
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Dymer texts that his train is late
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Oh my fucking god, I don't like it anymore
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The taxi driver is honking at me, I'm probably standing where I shouldn't be standing
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And in that I see a silhouette with wine in hand
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Yes, it must be him, «Yo Dymer, what's up?» |
(Ahh)
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Phobia texted me an hour ago from a foreign number
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That we are supposed to come for him somewhere in Podunajské Biskupice
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To a crackhouse apartment, on the other side of town
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So I turn on the music and the gas
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Aah, let's go to Kaput's studio
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On the way we will buy cans of beer in Tesco
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We'll order a pizza, we'll have a cigar, I'll record the anthem
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Anti-hype, my fans they will come
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Well, I never wanted to look at my face on a poster
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Just like me, I laughed a few years back
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It's still me, the anti-superhero Gleb
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Your girlfriend's ear is bleeding when you play my track in the car
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And no I'm not a star, you see the stars falling outside at night
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I see the stars falling at night in the club
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Why do you feel like it's all about crunching numbers
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I'm just talking to you through your stereo system
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I land in the club, Mary Poppins, pop-in dancing on the stage
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When I'm in the club, there's no pop-in
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All are copies of copies and are copies of them
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I have exactly what you have, but flows and tropes and stories times five
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Madafakin' Gleb Guľomet has a body bag for you
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Battle rap but no rage, just concert and rave
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I've been in the game so long that I wake up at the hotel for breakfast
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Not long ago, I went straight to breakfast from the club
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Couch, couch, couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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Couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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Breaking the stage, walking away, it's not about anything else
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Couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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Couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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All I will be left with is the storytelling couch
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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They want attention and hype, but I'm standing, standing
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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They want attention and hype, but I'm standing, standing
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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They want attention and hype, but I'm standing, standing
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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They want attention and hype, but I'm standing, standing
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On the second day, I wake up somewhere under the Tatras, and
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A luxurious cottage in front of me, I get out of the carriage, and
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The wood is burning in the fireplace, the whirlpool, the view of the mountains, and
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Some strange magori are jumping in the living room, and
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They play another track that sounds the same as the previous track
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That's the new sick generic rap
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I feel like going to the speaker, grabbing the aux and playing the music I'm listening to
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Well, if I did it, I'm sitting alone in the cottage
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So fine, stupid company, I'm waiting outside for a ride
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I'm muttering the broken bars under my breath
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A suitcase packed under my feet, I've had enough (Uh)
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I've just been autistic with headphones most of my life
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The guys are finally here, I jump back into the car
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Turn the arrow to the left
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The whole gang is hungry
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Old punk cook
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In the Tublatanka jukebox
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Today I have a date with my city
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Rude waitress, smells of burnt oil
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The pussy has a bad temper and a brain defect
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In her view and estimation, my cap is backwards
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It automatically means I won't be okay
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Abandoned smoky car park
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I'm sorry we wanted to eat a minute ago
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Football fans, hooligans, are sitting at the table opposite
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My friends have dreadlocks and the fuckers are ready to punch them for it
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That's trash
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Pome away, my speech
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What is next? |
To the club?
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As you wish, pome now
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Stupid set, see Gleb
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Zombies, Evil Dead
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Bartender? |
Cup
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Write it on the account
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And again, there is no bass at all in the club
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You have a degree in sound engineer, waiter
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And the boys rap at zero punches per minute
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You look smart, but I see you're dumb
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Couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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Couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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Breaking the stage, walking away, it's not about anything else
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Couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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They want attention and hype, but I stand in the shadows
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Couch (Hó) storytelling, couch (Hó) storytelling
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All I will be left with is the storytelling couch
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Anti-hype, anti-hype
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Anti-hype, anti-hype
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Anti-hype, anti-hype
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Anti-hype, anti-hype |