And what will be here?
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Ah
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I wish I could turn back time because
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I want to sleep peacefully
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But the city is calling
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I'll do it again (so what?)
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I will open the vial and again I will exaggerate too much
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Then my conscience bites and I'm crushed by the multitude of thoughts
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I still have to move forward, although they are looking at the steps
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And they want to see me fall because they think I'm a star
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Shit, is this beat coming in or not?
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One chance in a hundred, they would like me not to take advantage
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I have no problem with alcohol, that's how good rap is made here
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Which did not? |
simple, crazy…
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I'm carrying a huge load and a load of beer
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There's a reason for my face, I look like Kopyra (Tomek! I've never been a bum.
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Young beer drinker, young alcohol drinker, young Jarek
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There's nothing to brag about here... But I'm not bragging about it
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I simply turned my genetic flaw into an asset
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I came up with my best ideas drunk (fucking alcoholic! hehe...)
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It's not my fate, I have an impact on who I am (yes!)
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If I drink something, I don't have to, if I don't drink, well, I don't want to
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Still, sometimes when you're hungover, this advantage is a curse
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And I think to myself when it chokes even the air that (chorus now?) |
I wish I could turn back time because
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I want to sleep peacefully
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But the city is calling
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I'll do it again (so what?)
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I will open the vial and again I will exaggerate too much
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Then my conscience bites and I'm crushed by the multitude of thoughts
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I still have to move forward, although they are looking at the steps
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And they want to see me fall because they think I'm a star
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I like to get drunk sometimes, and I like to get drunk, and I like to drink
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I got it from my dad and I got it from my mom and I got it from my grandfather and probably from my grandmother
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I actually hate it, but I was upset when I wasn't drinking
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Because when I grabbed the bottle again, I started making hit after hit again,
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prr
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All in all, I've got it, give me a ladle, ah, ah
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Do you know what a drug is? |
Well, take it, homie, jump like him
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One each solo, Mary, take care of me
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Sometimes the medicine is alcohol, you won't find such in a pharmacy
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When I go to ballet with Krystian, the glasses shake
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Young Kura, he's an agent, you hide your Barbie doll
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Well because it looks, and I feel so stupid to talk to you
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The gaze is on again, only this time at Krystian, naura (chorus now?) |
I wish I could turn back time because
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I want to sleep peacefully
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But the city is calling
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I'll do it again (so what?)
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I will open the vial and again I will exaggerate too much
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Then my conscience bites and I'm crushed by the multitude of thoughts
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I still have to move forward, although they are looking at the steps
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And they want to see me fall because they think I'm a star |