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Mixer: Robscire
Lyrics and translation
Original
Molehead crawled out of the dirt just to shit on this track -and he ain't even mixed it.
-Tyle mam swagu w sobie, mimo że się nie stroję. Pytasz mnie skąd go dać?
Mój Babilon nadal płonie, mimo że dłonie moje trzymają blunt. Trochę jak Rastaman. Z ziemi wyrasta plant.
W końcu mam czas dla zmian. Po co mi fałsz? Po co mi strach? Po co przestawać, jak wrócę i tak?
Powiem ci. Znowu nie dojem, będzie na deser. Potem zatęsknię. No pewnie.
Pomimo, pomimo wielu zapewnień. Dałbym głowę, są lęki, ale ja dla tej jedynej uklęknę. Mówią mi
Rude Boy, bo słyszeli o mnie tak wiele na mieście.
Powiem, że w końcu to jebnie, ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie. Powiem, że życie jest piękne, ale to bez sens.
No wreszcie. Powiem, że w końcu to jebnie, ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie.
Ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie powiem, że życie jest piękne. Rude Boy.
W końcu to jebnie.
W końcu to jebnie.
Boy.
W końcu to, w końcu to jebnie.
Powiem, że życie jest piękne. Boy.
W końcu to jebnie.
W końcu to jebnie. Boy.
W końcu to, w końcu to jebnie. W końcu to jebnie. W końcu to jebnie.
Powiem, że życie jest piękne. Wpada wypłata, lecę po star. Kiedy mam bata, bombo klap.
To kiedy mam flex, wiesz od lat. Pytam o check-in, bo mówię, że gram. Poznań, Warszawa,
Opole czy Gdańsk. Miałem te rany, lecz uleczył czas.
Nie pogadamy i tak nie ma szans. Dosyć mam niszy, to ale jak z gwiazd. God bless.
Robię to tylko dla moich ludzi. Łapię te Wu na stres, jakbym się miał już więcej nie obudzić.
Khalifa kush, demon hate. Nieważne i tak nie będę marudził. Ty się nie dolewaj wódy.
Tylko jamajka i leżę w jacuzzi. Może brak mi taktu.
Zagram to dla ludzi, z którymi nie mam kontaktu. Tylko dla kontaktu.
A to tylko dla kontaktu.
Może brak mi taktu. Zagram to dla ludzi, z którymi nie mam kontaktu.
Tylko dla kontaktu.
A to tylko dla kontaktu.
Rude Boy.
W końcu to jebnie.
W końcu to jebnie. Boy.
W końcu to jebnie.
W końcu to jebnie. Powiem, że życie jest piękne.
Boy, boy. W końcu to jebnie.
Boy, boy. W końcu to jebnie. Boy, boy. W końcu to jebnie. W końcu to, w końcu to jebnie.
W końcu to jebnie. Życie jest piękne.
Powiem, że w końcu to jebnie, ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie. Powiem, że życie jest piękne, ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie.
Powiem, że w końcu to jebnie, ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie. Ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie powiem, że życie jest piękne.
Powiem, że w końcu to jebnie, ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie.
Powiem, że życie jest piękne, ale to bez sens. No wreszcie.
Powiem, że w końcu to jebnie, ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie.
Ale to bez sens, bo wreszcie powiem, że życie jest piękne.
English translation
Molehead crawled out of the dirt just to shit on this track -and he ain't even mixed it.
-I have so much swag in me, even though I don't dress up. Are you asking me where to get it?
My Babylon is still burning, even though my hands hold a blunt. A bit like Rastaman. A plant grows out of the ground.
I finally have time for change. Why do I need falsehood? Why do I need fear? Why stop if I come back anyway?
I'll tell you. I won't milk it again, it will be for dessert. Then I'll miss you. Sure.
Despite, despite many assurances. I would give my head, there are fears, but I will kneel for this one. They tell me
Rude Boy, because they heard so much about me around town.
I will say that in the end it's fucked up, but it doesn't make sense, because finally. I will say that life is beautiful, but it makes no sense.
Well, finally. I will say that in the end it's fucked up, but it doesn't make sense, because finally.
But it makes no sense, because I will finally say that life is beautiful. Rude Boy.
After all, it's fucked up.
After all, it's fucked up.
Boy.
Finally this, finally this fucks up.
I will say that life is beautiful. Boy.
After all, it's fucked up.
After all, it's fucked up. Boy.
Finally this, finally this fucks up. After all, it's fucked up. After all, it's fucked up.
I will say that life is beautiful. My paycheck comes in, I'm going to get my star. When I have a whip, bomb slap.
This is when I have the flex, you've known for years. I'm asking about check-in because I say I'm playing. Poznań, Warsaw,
Opole or Gdańsk. I had these wounds, but time healed.
We won't talk, there's no chance anyway. I've had enough of the niche, but it's like the stars. God bless.
I'm only doing this for my people. I catch these Wu's of stress, as if I would never wake up again.
Khalifa kush, demon hate. Regardless, I won't complain. Don't pour more water.
Just Jamaica and I'm lying in the jacuzzi. Maybe I lack tact.
I'll play it for people I have no contact with. Just for contact.
And this is just for contact.
Maybe I lack tact. I'll play it for people I have no contact with.
Just for contact.
And this is just for contact.
Rude Boy.
After all, it's fucked up.
After all, it's fucked up. Boy.
After all, it's fucked up.
After all, it's fucked up. I will say that life is beautiful.
Boy, boy. After all, it's fucked up.
Boy, boy. After all, it's fucked up. Boy, boy. After all, it's fucked up. Finally this, finally this fucks up.
After all, it's fucked up. Life is beautiful.
I will say that in the end it's fucked up, but it doesn't make sense, because finally. I will say that life is beautiful, but it makes no sense, because finally.
I will say that in the end it's fucked up, but it doesn't make sense, because finally. But it makes no sense, because I will finally say that life is beautiful.
I will say that in the end it's fucked up, but it doesn't make sense, because finally.
I will say that life is beautiful, but it makes no sense. Well, finally.
I will say that in the end it's fucked up, but it doesn't make sense, because finally.
But it makes no sense, because I will finally say that life is beautiful.