| Only Jack understands me
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| My conscience is full of carcasses
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| In high school, they said who I would be for the bank
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| And in my heart I was told they were wrong
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| Come on, shoot something at the outset
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| Hey, get out of here, vulture
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| Hey, I have the dress code I want
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| How do you do it buddy?
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| Leave me and the secrets, comprende
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| Recently they told me a loser, in life
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| Now they talk to me like VIPs
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| Now everyone wants something Vikings
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| I am pouring stars for those who hatch that style on the corners
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| I came to Warsaw, I didn't know what sushi is
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| I came to Warsaw, I felt like I was from Belarus
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| As I screamed, how much I mean they were all deaf
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| Now I don't need to say anything
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| When they ask what I get from this rap, I say I'm not a full-time rapper
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| What would I like to say to the world with this verse?
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| Fuck what I want to say and work
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| You know best that it's a matter of years already
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| You will grow up like a swan, you will swim out of the pond
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| My name is Sarius, remember that nickname
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| Because that means there is no that is impossible
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| Platinum on the wall, gold on the hands
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| Smile at japa and what makes me RAP
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| And I live as I want in my head, according to the plan
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| And my enemies know me by heart
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| Hey, they say ladies, ladies, Mr. Mariusz
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| Now I don't pan-, panimaye
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| They say ladies, ladies, Mr. Mariusz
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| Now I'm not your lady, no
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| Platinum on the wall, gold on the hands
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| Smile at japa, what makes me RAP
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| And I live as I want in my head, according to the plan
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| And my enemies know me by heart, blah
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| They say ladies, ladies, Mr. Mariusz
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| Now I don't pan-, panimaye
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| They are speaking, Mr. Mariusz
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| Now I'm not your lady, no
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| Like sixteen at the ball, a virgin for hey
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| Everyone wants to stab me, and I have my back on all sides
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| And no, I don't have a girlfriend, but I have some money
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| And no, I'm not looking for a whore, but for the mother of my children
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| I feel lonely but I can do it, believe me
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| Cause I could've been lonely, not fucking have a hand yet
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| Therefore, you have no right to feel unnecessary
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| And either get the fuck off or get the fuck out, thanks
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| They say I'm beautiful, they say I'm grateful
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| They say I'm nobody and they say I'm fucked up
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| They say I'm a junkie, they say I'm a king
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| And silence about you and that's why you have to write about me
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| You think your nickname is like my nickname
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| But see how much Mariusz worked hard
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| But watch the fucking beat play here
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| And don't ask why he doesn't puff you |