Gorzka woda - Remix

Man, this album is going to be a success

A fucking classic like fucking Rocky

Or maybe it won't snow this winter

All the unwanted, tired, lonely ones. What?

Naughty boys like pistons in Detroit have not been us for a long time

We became extinct like the diplodocids and today only money invites me to play

Pezet, don't you rap?

Because you're not hungry, pissed off and angry anymore

How come you don't feel it anymore?

We miss you so much, come back because rap is going to the dogs

In a city that doesn't read to us

Thoughts through which the Vistula River still flows like tears

Every second person here is now an artist

Who has it in his blood as long as he has his feats

There is no need to organize exhibitions anymore

Just post it all on Insta

Like that chick who's a photo model

Because he's been taking a selfie with a bottle for an hour

Pezet, you are a legend!

Says the guy in gucci and kenzo

What he got from his mother, like off-white Jordans

But it didn't make him feel loved at all

I'm passing the street and the gates because I happened to visit my friend in Praga

I have Koka Clothing Company written on my back, but I take coffee

I'm thinking along the way whether we'll meet again, maybe soon

I'm walking through a beautiful, but fucked up city, something like the Balkans

This is the life of Warsaw in the morning, few people count sheep here

The whole city can't sleep, but not because of the second cup of coffee

Little sun, many doses, white fever, Hugo Bader

Here where life is fast like

Monza, and evil sleeps peacefully like Kurosawa's

Here, where heads hit the curbs and Pollock paints toilets with semen

The night city, strong rhythm, tempts with their replay every evening

Normal fun is coke, normal fun for show

Love dries on curls, life is faster than a go-kart

I look surprised when I refuse, and America Express divides it equally

Before and after like an antique shop and every madman dusts a mirror

The corp rats have the problem of flying in gangs in one plot of land

Shortened, their fingers bent, knobs after ashes like manga

Every weekend they are greeted with a party, I organize it efficiently in a square

They wake up next to their maidens with crap caught at the gates

I know these stories like a taxi driver, a friend, and a city without a street, inside out

Be yourself in your head like a mantra, no matter what happens

Jars are caught on fishing rods and they feel like in Vegas in the city

Their life is a roulette ball, they don't know how the melange will end

The city at night is like a city toilet, it smells dirty and is constantly clogged

Someone asks me if I'm blowing noses, I say "thanks, what are you doing? I don't give a fuck"

Objarus, conspiracies everywhere, a moment later the earth was flat

They say "you can see better after this" and they don't fucking see the addiction

Businessmen, their suits, want to talk nonsense and waste my time

Funny guys, I'm spoiling their mood, their wives are castles in the sand

One of them talked to me about respect, and a moment later he puts the deal on the table

If you really respected me, you'd offer it three times, brother

Some young cats are hunting somewhere, faster, more

First dinner, then dessert, I drive it into their heads like a mesel

Some things can't be done sooner, they won't be taught anything like a PESEL

I know what I'm talking about, because I've been through it, they don't want to listen, that's too bad, peszek

Every year gets faster and faster, so you race harder

Get traction, high speed and more difficult turns

You have a lot of stress, you have a lot of medications, you can see the city in your eyes

Then I'll fuck you anyway, you don't have to flex

I visit Pezet's album as if it were my home

A club, not a minor, not an oldie. What, you don't know?

Hard pavement, I live with jagged rhythm again

I can't see the light for three days and I'm used to it, well

I get up after five, but the second five is better

While I'm brushing my teeth, Teleexpress is on TV

After jetlag flights, but after those flights with Warsaw in the background

I land on my soles, doing a hundredth somersault

Don't try it, but it will end badly for you

An eternal loop like a figure eight turned on its side

70 emails are waiting for me in bold, I'm sitting down

The screen is jarring, Alka-Seltzer is orangeade

Stop giving me crap that I have to live like the rest

Your work is a tie, mine is a grenade, there is a pin in the teeth

I spent the entire quarter making deals of a lifetime

Their lives, that's true, for me it's a normal habit

I was fucking myself again

Up again, up again, up again, up again

Kick your ankle

Kick with your feet, kick with your feet, kick with your feet, roll with your feet

Seems good, (Oh no)

There is techno progress (There is)

Even though there's regression in our heads, (Aha)

Hurry in music (Aha)

Their achievements are unified

Mine are taken care of, people mummify them

Despite this, my results are compared to disco polo

Okay, elo, it's okay, yolo

They call me crazy, so rightly so

Their ladies for my smile skin

They'll give it back, but I'm a clever furrier

I'll piss off their brothers more

Because I tend to be political, you will find many of them on my albums

Content like me in Spatif listening to jazz

I'll get drunk and let Paweł come and get me

I have a view, a family, therapy tomorrow

It's really hard to judge your fate with a hangover

How many kilos did you lose in a day?

I just wish I had a free head

Everyone would like to have a longer day

Everyone drinks bitter water here

How many kilos did you lose in a day?

I just wish I had a free head

Everyone would like to have a longer day

Everyone drinks bitter water here