I get up in the morning, I'm in a hurry again
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I have nothing but NIP and PESEL
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Short thought by text message
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Our relationship is just a business
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It hurts me, it's slowly killing me
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And it passes by, whether it likes it or not
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Garniak, telephone, office, briefcase
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Gross or net, an invoice for friendship
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I don't think fate is in my favor
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And I can still hear that this is how they live now
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From those who don't have time to have sex
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Like Maria Peszek, she misses them a bit
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Persen is not enough to sleep
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Coke fuels their hearts and it wants to
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Replace them with oxygen and love
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I had such a dream - I was smoking Babylon
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Nothing came of it
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I'm walking down the street and I'm carrying my name
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I pass posters and ATMs
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And I look at those who look to the future
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They have everything, I don't know their dreams
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They have no face and only
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Somewhere between the nose and the bangs
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Places to write prices without a second thought
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They will sell you their closeness
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They will give her away, they will be naked
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And if someone had so much money and power
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The world would long ago be a nudist beach
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I put my thoughts together in a logical whole
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Somehow I'm not doing well today
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And I guess I'll fucking become a Buddhist
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Or I'm about to start doing Acodin drugs
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Our lives, our dreams, our ways
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I have a murderer in me when you leave
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I've used all the ways to
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Try to forget about you
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Today I am walking down the street where there is nothing that can surprise me
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Though old habits and old habits
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A long time ago I said no
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If you tried to be me for a while
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Then I bet that
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You would lose everything more than once
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Or all at once
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And he fell facedown here where
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Look me in the eye, gross or net?
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How much for her touch, gross or net?
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Buy my troubles, gross or net?
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How many fleets, gross or net?
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Say honestly, gross or net?
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What else do you believe in, gross or net?
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How much should I pay and at which office
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And whether gross or net for someone's attention
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Ha, so much good in us, yeah, so much good in us
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She is so much good in us, ha, so much good in us
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She is so much good in us, yeah, so much good in us
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She is so much good in us, yeah, so much good in us
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I put out the pipe under the sole
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So many people have already left me
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I pass clubs where it's densely populated every day
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And I know that I have been to these places too often
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Some are still here like me
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Because they lost a home or a relationship or two
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A couple of bombs, one joint or two
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Pour, dude, pour dude, it won't do much
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I would like to get away from here, I would like to get as far away from here as possible
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Because it's stupid and poisoned, worth nothing evil
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It costs a lot what, you feel, take the card out because
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Tomorrow, when you get up, you will find the old hard bottom again
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I get up with a hangover, start a marathon
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I'm withdrawing cash from the ATM again
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I would like to go for a walk, it's summer
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But for that you pay a large bubble without VAT
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Those who have the patent to not count time are like the Terminator
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I have an idea, I came up with it
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Krzysztof Ibisz is Benjamin Button
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Maybe I will buy love in installments
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Or I'll change quality to quantity
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I liked those times when I lived in the moment
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I don't remember when that changed anymore
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I pass cinema and pubs and people without faces
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They're standing at the bar again and I know
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For them, nothing is important except
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Wages and salaries, demand, supply and prices
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I had a dream, but it didn't work out
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It has happened, let's be serious
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I don't want to however it sounds
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But I know not to approach anyone without a guard |