I'm trying to rise somewhere above what is inside me
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Today I have to go through the fog to return to where I came from
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Because I am not where I wanted to be, nor am I where I was
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The wind carried me away, but I don't want to feel like a marginal here
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Here either you have the strength or the graph is going down. |
Your
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And it's not the Vixen that borders the clouds
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It pierced like a virgin and carried the farthest nebula
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I don't feel like I used to, writing this even though I want to feel like shit
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…But I'm here, brother, I'm 24
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And believe that there is another type in me who wanted to fly
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The same one who said the first "mama" years ago in Czaniec
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Years later, he gave shitty rap, a fan bigger than veterans
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I had to go through my own to get to where I am today
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Drink, puke, be paranoid, feel ashamed in the city
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And fuck what they say, I live like you in mistakes
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I don't break, and the fact that I fell... doesn't mean that I will lose
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Something tells me get up and write!
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Gotta get up and go, gotta get up and go
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Until Shake wakes up, shake
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Shake, shake, shake will wake up in us |
Shake because one day I want to see the world world world like Shakespeare
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I commit more of them than you, because I do not avoid life
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Throw a stone at me #hypocrite
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Don't take me for a judge, there's someone better at this than me
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Who throws me to the ground-because... Shakespeare passed away
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I'm going sideways, Lucky step, that's my strike
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#Luke SkyWalker, I Can Fly, I have your notebook somewhere
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In which you wrote down a note for me, I do my thing and the muck furrows
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It's fertilizer, I'm myself, but I feel a lot of people inside me
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Life is an echo ... other people's words, we have our own brains
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And a bad ego... I add something of my own to our common features
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I write my drama, tragicomedy, I fall into surrealism
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Because it may turn out that we will wake up as people on a microscale
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And I lock you here in the microwave and enjoy that you have a #Windows window
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I set the clocks, I don't have to fry you, you already know who that cunt
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… Yes, I have time #Big Ben, although he had this time not to exist
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And today, see, I'm doing Big Bang, someday Big Band will play with me
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...I am Vixen, and with age my world is not lighter
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But I write poetry about it, well ... what country like Shakespeare |
What am I ashamed of? |
that I'm not better?
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Someone sees mistakes in me every day, I don't have an Alibi
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Every day they look at me, they follow my steps
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It's so predictable, those eyes in the wall #Eyes of Vista
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And because of that, I have nice Vixes, and after that I have scars inside
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I scar myself inside #Skaryfication
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I felt a ghost in me, but I'm not calling a ghostbuster
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I'm not a hochstapler, but I feel like I am
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Ghostwriter man, the road ahead of me is long as
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From here to Stanfort and my Julia want to say hello to England now
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And I don't want to leave, I have a road to clear here
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I am young, I describe what I feel #neologism
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How I feel - I write so that I can elevate myself by writing
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And shake the club, if it doesn't shake me, I won't understand
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Text - Rap Genius Polska |