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Bla Bla Bla Numer Dwa Lyrics [Zwrotka 1] Kiedy jestem tu i tam i piję czarną kawę Wiem, że utknąłem gdzieś pomiędzy tym co nowe, tym co stare Pochylam się nad sobą samym, nakręcam swój zegarek Robię to co lubię, to co robię nie za karę Choć zbieram punkty karne Jak bas klarnet dobrze stroję w dole Więc panie, panowie muzyka to kosmodrom Leci ponad drapaczami mój kosmiczny prom Co leczy chore fobie Przez morza, oceany jak amfibia Membrana skacze jak akcyza Jak dłoń w stanie delirium Minimum zarobić na czysto, bo czysty jestem jak spirytus Mój sposób na życie to kleić się do bitu Co bym robił gdyby nie moje bla bla bla Które tej sprawy jest meritum Może zastygłbym pomiędzy w nędzy Lub zdobył magisterski tytuł Bla bla bla jak PCV płytki nie jest mój przekaz Przekaz jest głęboki, doskonały profil, słaby profit Gdyby nie bla bla bla może ciąłbym gyros na wynos Unieruchomiony jak zwłoki Z podatkiem VAT i bez VAT'u Na pół etatu pracuj albo giń, giń i pracuj Ja kocham jeszcze mocniej Powietrze jest wilgotne Z uzyskiem czy bez Moje bla bla bla, które rujnuje finansik Mówię pa pa pa tym co nie dają szans mi You might also like Goryl Fisz Emade Ślady Fisz Emade FE!N Travis Scott [Refren] Ej, co bym robił gdyby nie moje bla bla bla Na kasie bym skanował jakiś nędzny kodabar Łamało by to serce jak jakaś femme fatal Na cały kraj puszczam w obieg moje - bla bla bla Co bym robił gdyby nie moje bla bla bla Na kasie bym skanował jakiś nędzny kodabar Łamało by to serce jak jakaś femme fatal [Zwrotka 2] Kiedy jestem tu i tam, truję płuca nikotyną Wiem, że utknąłem między skutkiem, a przyczyną Pochylam się nad sobą samym choć to nie narcyzm Z którym tak wielu dzisiaj przed lustrem walczy Z gwiazdą nikt nie zatańczy kiedy zgaśnie Smutek mi serce zjadł Co bym robił gdyby nie moje bla bla bla Tylu znajomych, bliskich opuszcza kraj Wyjeżdża gdzieś po pracę Wisła truje jak azbest Londyn słodki jest jak agrest Mój kandydat nigdy nie wygrywa, fiskus zabija Koledzy wypierdalają z kraju lecz nie na biwak Znajomy wpycha mięso mielone w hamburgera Drugi otwiera lombard Ktoś myje gary, ale nie Gary Oldman Co wart jest znacznie więcej niż format mp3 sprzedawany na stadionie Jestem pan bla bla bla, jestem pan mały człowiek Co przed kamerami nie kaja się przed Bogiem Robię miłość, a nie wojnę Planuję dzieci, a nie bombę Jeżdżę na rowerze, a nie czołgiem Faszyści przybierają w pióra Gdzieś nad Wisłą która śmierdzi jak denaturat Choć wybrałem się do ciebie po milkshake'a Widzę, że masz ochotę trochę ponarzekać Mojej generacji śni się gorzki sen o emigracji Nie ma końca tej frustracji Jest koniec polskiej reprezentacji Chcesz zmieniać ten świat to od siebie zacznij [Refren x4] Tekst - Rap Genius Polska03:39480p 67 03:39Bla Bla Bla Numer Dwa 480p

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Bla bla bla Lyrics [Zwrotka 1] Aha, nie rozmawiamy, nie rozmawiamy ze sobą wcale Każdy z nas kryje gdzieś w głębi smutki, smutki i żale... yhm Nie rozmawiamy ze sobą, nie rozmawiamy wcale Każdy z nas kryje gdzieś w głębi smutki i żale Tak właśnie jest. Tylko dzień dobry, jak leci, w porządku, do jutra Takie bla bla bla, ukrywamy prawdę nie gadamy o niej wcale Łapię się na tym, że gdy rozmawiam z przyjaciółmi To tak naprawdę nie mówimy o sobie Przelatujemy przez różne tematy Lecz nigdy o tym, co boli, każdy skrywać to w sobie woli Czasami nie mamy czasu by wysłuchać kogoś od początku do końca Jedno słowo może tak wiele pomóc, może działać cuda Przywrócić sens, wprowadzić na słuszną drogę, to się może udać Mam dwadzieścia dwa lata i ciągle nie mam prawa jazdy Lecz dzięki temu jeżdżę autobusami, tramwajami Ukochanym metrem, bo nie stać mnie na taxi Lecz są to dla mnie podróże ekscytujące Bo mogę podsłuchiwać rozmowy ludzi Które mogą być pouczające Wchodzą do metra, a raczej się pchają A ja nasłuchuję, o czym Ci ludzie ze sobą rozmawiają Jakieś młode panienki stoją naprzeciw mnie Myślę, że z lat szesnaście najwyżej mają Mówi jedna do drugiej "Tak się najebałam Że gdy wróciłam do domu nad kiblem godzinę sterczałam" Obracam głowę Po drugiej stronie dwóch kolesi rozmawia ze sobą Jeden do drugiego mówi "Wczoraj tak się najebałem Że całą noc drogi do domu szukałem" I takie prowadzi się rozmowy To standard, chleb powszedni Nie ważne czy rozmawiają Kobiety, mężczyźni, bogaci czy biedni Starsi narzekają, powiadają jak ciężko na każdym kroku Zamykam oczy i słyszę te same schematy: "Cześć, jak się czujesz, papa, trzymaj się" Wszystko zmienia się w jedną wielką paplaninę Dosłownie o niczym takie bla bla bla I tak sobie o tym rozmyślałem I więc, gdy zacząłem z kimś rozmawiać Pytam się czy coś go boli, czy chce o czymś pogadać A wtedy z ciężaru się wyzwoli A on na mnie wybałusza gały, pobladł cały Popukał się w głowę, więc ja pytam Czy tak dobrze jest nic nie mówić wcale I gromadzić w sobie wszystkie smutki i żale ojoj You might also like Drewno Fisz D.C.P. Fisz Czerwona sukienka Fisz [Refren] A nie rozmawiamy, nie rozmawiamy ze sobą wcale, ojoj Kryjemy w sobie smutki, smutki i żale, ojoj A nie rozmawiamy, nie rozmawiamy ze sobą wcale, ojoj Kryjemy w sobie smutki, smutki i żale [Zwrotka 2] A słucham często, co do powiedzenia mają nowi mikrofonowi wyjadacze Rozczarowuję się bardzo szybko nad tym, więc ubolewam Że tak wielu do gadania za mikrofonem, że słowa rzucone na wiatr Gdzieś ulatują, ulatują gdzieś ponad dach, unoszone lekko, bo są tak puste Zaśmiecają dobre bity, które mogą być naprawdę tłuste Włączam kasetę i słyszę mniej więcej coś takiego: "Najebałem się" później jeszcze kilka razy rzucił kurwa A dalej było coś o blantach i znowu kilka razy kurwa Ja z tego nic nie rozumiem, w tym nie ma nic tak Naprawdę, co w Tobie się kryje Wszyscy zgrywają twardzieli, ja w to nie wierzę Bo wiem, że w każdym znajdzie się lęk i przerażenie Oni nawijają swoje, ja słyszę tylko bla bla bla Naciskam moim długim krzywym palcem stop w magnetofonie Niczego nowego raczej nie usłyszę Więc kasetę do śmietnika transportują moje dłonie ojoj [Refren] A nie rozmawiamy, nie rozmawiamy ze sobą wcale, ojoj Kryjemy w sobie smutki, smutki i żale, ojoj A nie rozmawiamy, nie rozmawiamy ze sobą wcale, ojoj Kryjemy w sobie smutki, smutki i żale [Zwrotka 3] Jeszcze inna sytuacja. Często piątki czy soboty Spędzam w jakiś małych pubach czy klubach Idę Nowym Światem czy Stare Miasto Wieczorem w tych dniach wszędzie tutaj ciasno Siedząc przy stolikach, paląc tytoń, popijając alkoholem Jedni spędzają wieczór nad, a inni pod stołem Hałas od rozmów, każdy przekrzykuje muzykę I zgadnijcie, co tak naprawdę ja słyszę To, o czym w tej chwili piszę zwykłe bla bla bla Bo rozmowa jest o niczym, o niczym rozmowa Mówimy tym samym językiem, choć coraz bardziej zdeformowanym Mamy swoje ambicje, żale, ideały się sprzedały Lecz nie ubolewam nad tym, tylko nad tym Że naprawdę się słabo siebie znamy Bo ze sobą coraz mniej rozmawiamy Lecz za maska twardziela wszystko chowamy Choć tak blisko siebie mieszkamy Mówimy tylko: "Cześć, jak tam?" Czy tylko tle do powiedzenia mamy, nie sądzę Język do kolan, jeśli chodzi o pieniądze A jeśli porozmawiać to tylko bla bla bla Oby jak szybko zleciał czas A jeśli porozmawiać to tylko bla bla bla Oby jakoś szybko zleciał czas [Outro] Nasłuchuję, podsłuchuję, coś wlatuje mi do ucha Ja znowu słyszę: "Bla bla bla" Nasłuchuję, podsłuchuję, coś wlatuje mi do ucha Ja znowu słyszę: "Bla bla bla" Nasłuchuję, podsłuchuję, coś wlatuje mi do ucha Ja znowu słyszę: "Bla bla bla"05:10480p 111 05:10Fisz - Bla Bla Bla 480p

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Mary Lou * (FB) * https://www.facebook.com/merygoodwery/ ARKanoid https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100056783704560 Fisz Emade Tworzywo: OK BOOMER! Jadę samochodem, wożę się szeroko raczej Otwieram okno, by wszyscy słyszeli, że jestem gość Więc jadę samochodem, słucham Beastie Boys Bad Brains albo De La Soul Ogólnie, zwyczajowo jestem gość Rozglądam się i widzę, jak młodzież stoi na przystanku A ja lubię młodzież, bo młodzież jest nadzieją Bo młodzież jest nadzieją tego świata Dymią papierosy, te elektryczne, i patrzą się w moją stronę Więc ja głośniej robię i widzę, że się wpatrują Duma, duma, duma, pewnie rozpoznają mnie Tak sobie myślę w tej mojej starej głowie Pewnie mają moje płyty na Tidalu albo widziеli mnie na YouTubie Więc macham im, robiąc surową minę Oni mi nie odmachują, pеwnie ich w ziemię wbiło, wryło ich Pewnie myślą sobie: to on, to on, to on i ja dalej taki dumny sunę I słyszę przez okno, otwarte okno słyszę, że coś krzyczą do mnie Więc ściszam muzykę, mijam przystanek i dalej dumnie sunę I słyszę, jak krzyczą za mną OK Boomer! Czy ty w ogóle coś rozumiesz? Ha, ha, ale stary Boomer Dzban i stary dureń OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown masz w mózgu i chujowe skille Co ty ćpasz, jakie gówno rozwozi ci miejscowy diller OK Boomer! Mówią do mnie niezbyt czule Niezły dzban i stary dureń Jaki stary Boomer! Stary Boomer Jadę samochodem, wożę się szeroko raczej Otwarte okno zawsze spoko Sława, blichtr, prestiż i pieniądze, hmmm nie sądzę Nic z tego nie będzie, to już koniec za jaki świat zginął Tony Stark Kredyt we frankach ciągle niespłacony oszczędności pożarł covid Szukam mego mózgu, tak jak rolnik szuka żony Aktualizuję swoje InstaStory Godzę się z łysiną tak jak kibice Wisły i Cracovii I wożę się furą, i zmierzam do nicości OK Boomer! Czy ty w ogóle coś rozumiesz? Ha ha, ale stary Boomer Dzban i stary dureń OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown masz w mózgu i chujowe skille Co ty ćpasz, jakie gówno rozwozi ci miejscowy diller OK Boomer! Mówią do mnie niezbyt czule Niezły dzban i stary dureń Jaki stary Boomer! OK Boomer! Świat się pali, niech się pali Wychowała mnie katecheza, wychował kapitalizm Heavy metal, Morbid Angel i Kreator I pies, co się nazywał Szarik i kot, co mówił: hator, hator, hator Historia mojej przeglądarki to historia mego życia Online Zara Home, "Takie rzeczy tylko w Rosji"; i portale prawicowe Czy to pan Wąglewski? – pyta się kurier A papier toaletowy kupuję już w Rossmannie Na Orlenie piję czarną kawę i zmierzam do nicości A świat się pali, niech się pali No i lubię młodzież, bo młodzież jest nadzieją Bo młodzież jest nadzieją tego świata OK Boomer! Proszę siadać się nie wychylać, się nie opowiadać I łaskawie, i po cichu i bez szumu, i bez iskier wypierdalać OK Boomer! Czy ty w ogóle coś rozumiesz? Ha ha, ale stary Boomer Dzban i stary dureń OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown masz w mózgu i chujowe skille Co ty ćpasz, jakie gówno rozwozi ci miejscowy diller OK Boomer! Mówią do mnie niezbyt czule Niezły dzban i stary dureń Jaki stary Boomer! OK Boomer! Jaki stary Boomer! Autor tekstu: Bartek FISZ Waglewski Data dodania: 2021-10-2208:35 225 08:35Fisz Emade Tworzywo: OK BOOMER!

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Mary Lou * (FB) * https://www.facebook.com/merygoodwery/ ARKanoid https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100056783704560 Fokus - Klaskaj & Plus 100 Do Lansu Dj.Frodo twoinone (gold collection) https://www.cda.pl/video/141087688e Lilli Wood *(FB)* https://www.facebook.com/merygoodwery radio 2REC Fokus - ATH/Paradox https://www.cda.pl/video/1410896341 RADIO STACJA TUREK broadcast 21. 04. 2023r. https://www.cda.pl/video/141081337a kazik staszewski - przystań Turek https://www.cda.pl/video/13419055b1 kapela ze wsi warszawa - stowarzyszenie przystań turek https://www.cda.pl/video/1341931081 ARKanoid https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100056783704560 queen https://www.cda.pl/video/13120195c3 fokus mushup https://www.cda.pl/video/13018112e4 Mam magiczny kij, jestem lekarzem miłości Le Chemin du Roi Rosé Champagne The Kings Path https://www.cda.pl/video/13025296b2?t=0 50 cent Candy shop - club djembe - KCTV https://www.cda.pl/video/13040779dd Candy Shop teksty piosenek [Intro: 50 centów] Tak, uh-huh Tak uwodzicielski [Refren: 50 Cent & Olivia] Zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami Pozwolę ci polizać lizaka Idź "głowa, dziewczyno, nie przestajesz Trzymaj się", dopóki nie trafisz na miejsce, woah zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami (tak) Chcesz jeden smak tego, co mam? (Uh-huh)I'll have you spend all you got (Come on) Keep goin' until you hit the spot, woah [Werset 1.50 Cent] Możesz Miej to po swojemu, jak chcesz? Cofniesz to coś, czy powinienem na to naciskać? Wzrost temperatury, okej, przejdźmy do następnego poziomu Parkiet pełen dżemów, gorący jak czajnik do herbaty Podzielę to teraz dla ciebie, kochanie, to proste Jeśli ty jesteś nimfą, ja jestem nimfą W hotelu lub na tyłach wypożyczalni Na plaży lub w parku, to cokolwiek lubisz Mam magiczny kij, jestem lekarzem miłości Czy twoi przyjaciele dokuczają ci, jak bardzo mam sprężystość, chcesz mi pokazać, że możesz to zrobić, kochanie? Nie ma problemu Wejdź na szczyt, a potem podskakij jak niski jeździec Jestem doświadczonym weterynarzem, jeśli chodzi o to gówno Po tym, jak się spocisz, możesz bawić się kijem , który próbuję wyjaśnić, kochanie, najlepiej jak potrafię Rozpłynę się w twoich ustach, dziewczyno, nie w twojej dłoni, ha-ha [Refren: 50 Cent & Olivia] Zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami Pozwolę ci polizać lizaka Idź "głowo, dziewczyno, nie przestajesz Idź", dopóki nie trafisz na miejsce, woah zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami Chcesz posmakować tego, co mam? Sprawię, że wydasz wszystko, co masz , Trzymaj się, dopóki nie trafisz w miejsce, woah Może Ci się również spodobać Oto dlaczego Paramore • W da Club 50 centów Shakira: Bzrp Music Sessions, Vol. 53 Bizarrap i Shakira [Post-Refren: 50 Cent & Olivia] Dziewczyno, co robimy (Co robimy)I gdzie robimy (I gdzie robimy)Rzeczy, które robimy (Rzeczy, które robimy)Są tylko między mną a tobą, tak (O tak) [Werset 2: 50 Cent] Daj mi to, kochanie, miłe i powolne Wspinaj się na szczyt, jedź jak na rodeo Nigdy wcześniej nie słyszałeś takiego dźwięku, bo nigdy go tak nie odłożyłem Gdy tylko wejdę przez drzwi, ona wciągnie mój zamek błyskawiczny To tak , jakby to był wyścig, kto mógłby się szybciej rozebrać Czy to nie ironiczne, jak erotyczne jest oglądanie jej w stringach? Kazał mi myśleć "wal ten tyłek po tym, jak odejdę Dotknąłem właściwego miejsca we właściwym czasie Światła włączone lub zgaszone, lubi to od tyłu Tak uwodzicielska, że powinieneś zobaczyć, jak jęczy Jej biodra w zwolnionym tempie na podłodze, kiedy mielimy Long as she ain't stoppin', homie, I ain't stoppin'Drippin' wet with sweat, man, it's on and poppin'All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on And we gon' sip ' until every bubble in every bottle is gone [Refren: 50 Cent & Olivia] Zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami Pozwolę ci polizać lizaka Idź "głowo, dziewczyno, nie przestajesz Idź", dopóki nie trafisz na miejsce, woah zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami Chcesz posmakować tego, co mam? Sprawię, że wydasz wszystko, co masz , Trzymaj się, dopóki nie trafisz w miejsce, woah Zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami Pozwolę ci polizać lizaka Idź "głowo, dziewczyno, nie przestajesz Idź", dopóki nie trafisz na miejsce, woah zabiorę cię do sklepu ze słodyczami Chcesz posmakować tego, co mam? Sprawię, że wydasz wszystko, co masz , Trzymaj się, dopóki nie trafisz w miejsce, woah You're walking through the city like a king You can't see much from your height And I have a luxurious one for you, Mr. Me and the whole world have some not-so-nice news for you Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time. It's burning This time it's not fireworks It's not sparklers You look at the kitchen knife The knife you cut the meat with Before you put it on the spit I have some not so nice news for you Smug with yourself Mr. I am that knife Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time This together it's not fireworks, it's not sparklers Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time It's burning Luxury Mr. Your world is starting to burn. It's burning Your world is burning Because my world has been burning for a long time You don't know because you've never tried to know Touch my world You have big wooden windows at home But those eyes are all in steel bars You shave your face with a razor blade And I still hear the laughter of your loyal admirers Before you put on your suit Before you tie your tie You will make a perfect move like a tennis player A perfect move with your free hand I have some not-so-nice news for you My luxurious gentleman I am that razor blade It's not fake news Because it's already been proven Your world is starting to burn Just like my world has been burning for a long time Your world is starting to burn burn Because my world has been burning for a long time This time it's not fireworks It's not sparklers Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time Your world It's burning Just like my world It's been burning for a long time Luxurious Mr. It's burning Look, listen. They are not equal. Normal people. They are not equal. Look, listen. Turn on your thinking They are not equal to Normal people They are not equal to Normal people It's an abyss It's pure rubble And hell Look Listen Pet shop boys And Freddie Mercury Idiot They are not equal to Normal people They are not equal Daddy's boy Agora's pet They are not equal And what will you do? Internet expert asks me What will you do If your son If your daughter Tells you that they are like them What will you do Idiot Turn on your thinking What will you do to them I say, I'll make them dinner, I'll give them dessert, I'll tell them to finish reading the books, They 've done their homework, They've studied a bit, I'll do it, I'll do it, And you continue with yours, Idiot. They are not equal Normal people they are not equal They are not equal It's an abyss Turn on your thinking They are not equal Normal people They are not equal Storm and dust Dust That's Everywhere Dust That You're Drowning In, Idiot What will you do now If your daughter If your son They tell you while sitting at the table That they are just like them Idiot This is the abyss They are not equal I say I will make them dinner I will give them dessert I will tell them to finish reading the books They did their homework They studied a little I will hug them tightly I will put them to bed sleep I will say goodnight I will wish them beautiful dreams About a harmless utopia Where everyone respects each other Idiot what will you do now This is the abyss You idiot , Daddy's boy, Agora's pet I dot the "i" and present my captivity that eats me from the inside like bark beetles, butts pressed into a new suede armchair, my head on an oak table I jump like a record on an adapter I jump like a parachute jumper over my house What is not written down, so I have a Field of Performance quite big, please, a storm of applause At a high temperature , remove my bondage like a chicken needle, which gives pure distortion Words with my weapon, let's start eating like a spagetti western version number one, test If you have a tester running, limit my bondage, send it to me Straight into space, my bondage In a crazy circle, turn off the field protective and smoldering because I need oxygen to breathe ehe ehe Bondage as small as Scrapbook rolls but pampered Like TV idols, redundant like closet moths Cell phones conversations drip drip my bondage Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain To wet my bondage and your bondage And let's go into the rain Dude, the phone rings and starts again New myths and your little mythology that won't be able to bind me You produce new trends, you take photos of them A lipstick bag lipstick sucks I have the style of the first attempt I shoot words from an electric tube And you want to instill me somewhere you want a definition my Blood group which you know what it sounds like because it bangs against your membranes and the beat is thick It stuck to you like a layer of tinder to a tree And you would love to tie my hands with a pentel Too pop for the underground Too much underground for the pop A stream without any illusions before I wake up in the right place You want to buy me a coffin, arrange me like a violin in a case The final nail in my talent, which is becoming less and less popular on the radio, even for those who have a face but no face Now commercials don't interrupt the music, it's the music of the commercials It interrupts everything is a commodity Pop pop pop shines and passes away Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let 's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Advertisements on the pole, advertisements on the shirt, in the pool of unnecessary recordings. Advertisements on the ass and cookies, we count the banknotes, is that enough? Or not, or throw to the target and immediately get the number 10? It's impossible. You have to run, thump, thump, and you only have a moment, thump, thump, faxes are fast. Photocopiers, we burn discs illegally in nero galeria mokotów red Shirts pot fashionable headband hat siub siub and faster faster Knock knock guests dinner sleep sleep don't wheeze don't snore Alarm clock get up in the morning shoes pants shirt run tree Number 1 tree number 2 tree number 3 tree number 27 I don't want ehe ehe Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let 's go into the rain Let's get wet my bondage Your little big bondage My your bondage I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to I'm driving a car, I'm traveling wide rather I open the window so everyone can hear that I'm a guy So I'm driving a car, I'm listening to Beastie Boys Bad Brains or De La Soul Generally, I'm usually a guy I look around and see young people standing at the bus stop And I like young people because youth is hope Because youth is the hope of this world They are smoking cigarettes, electric ones, and they are looking at me So I make the volume louder and I see that they are staring Pride, pride, pride, they probably recognize me That's what I'm thinking in this old head of mine They probably have mine records on Tidal or they saw me on YouTube So I wave at them, making a stern face They don't wave back, it probably drove them into the ground, got them stuck They probably think: it's him, it's him, it's him and I'm still walking so proudly And I hear through the window, open window, I hear them shouting something at me So I turn down the music, I pass the stop and continue proudly gliding And I hear them shouting after me OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all? Ha, ha, but old Boomer the Jug and the old fool OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately Nice jug and old fool What an old Boomer! Old Boomer I'm driving a car, I'm driving around rather wide open window is always cool Fame, glitter, prestige and money, hmm I don't think any of this will be the end for which the world died Tony Stark Loan in francs still unpaid, savings eaten by Covid I'm looking for my brain, yes like a farmer looking for a wife , I update my Instastories, I come to terms with being bald, just like the fans of Wisła and Cracovia, And I drive around in a wagon, and I'm heading towards nothingness OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all? Ha ha, but old Boomer Jug and old fool OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately Nice jug and old fool What an old Boomer! OK Boomer! The world is on fire, let it burn I was raised by catechesis, raised by capitalism Heavy metal, Morbid Angel and Kreator And a dog called Szarik and a cat that said: hator, hator, hator The history of my browser is the history of my life Online Zara Home, " "Such things only in Russia" and right-wing portals. Is that Mr. Wąglewski? - asks the courier And I buy toilet paper at Rossmann At Orlen I drink black coffee and I'm heading towards nothingness And the world is burning - let it burn And I like youth, because youth is hope Because youth is the hope of this world OK Boomer! Please sit down, don't lean out, don't talk, and graciously and quietly, without noise and sparks, get the fuck out OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all? Ha ha, but old Boomer Jug and old fool OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately Nice jug and old fool What an old Boomer! OK Boomer! What an old Boomer! Forget about those who hurt you When it was getting dark, as if there had been no summer I don't have skin thick enough for it not to hit a sensitive spot I know something about it, believe me, I know something about it Your loved ones betrayed you And strangers seemed to be standing behind a fog It's a bit like playing dodgeball until the ball touches you and you come off the pitch beaten like a dog When it starts to get dark And my hand will cover you like a wing It will protect you from dark water, murky water Rest Forget about those who hurt you Dark water, murky water In your eyes full of fear Rest Forget those who hurt you Murky water, dark water In your eyes full of fear We have supported each other for so many years What is sacred between us Even though I am losing faith My faith is fading When I look into your eyes Angels from other worlds Spin in my head like a blender Save me from the fire When I lie alone in the bedroom The fire licks the window sills and curtains It's a bit like dodgeball I'm waiting for the ball to touch me and I'll walk off the field beaten like a dog It's a bit like dodgeball (dodgeball) When it starts to get dark And my hand like a wing will cover you It will protect you from the dark water, murky water Rest Forget about those who hurt you Dark water, murky water In your eyes full of fear Rest Forget those who hurt you Murky water, dark water In your eyes full of fear Gentlemen, ladies, let me introduce you to Mr. ef, count, honey, a miracle, as unique as the PESEL number, Dear Ladies, they say "you have become as old as my home PC" And here is my dossier So you know where the rush comes from This is how "piar" works The pillar that holds the business in its hand Cheers, cheers, sir Ef And not Marcinkiewicz, Prime Minister I am an eternal child, as light as a feather, like a balloon soaked in helium, Mr. Ef, but not from MARILLON One in a million, the Bastille is burning Somewhere in the center of Warsaw A big child who has this habit of shooting a series of associations like a rifle Once upon a time in kindergarten, a little clever rascal What he says sorry when he makes a stink And he's not a top student or a mother's boy He's not an omnibus guy who reports to him To gain admiration among the group of teachers Today kids greet each other in kindergarten with "elo bro" They want to be rappers sit all the time on a bench somewhere in front of the house Pale from the screens like corpses Soaked in sensation like a screen pet Non-stop 24 hours a day like TVN24 And there's the world of elites, bloody like merry. The world of invectives. Like Rutkowski's detective. His health is failing. Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy ? Am I a child and they are so mature? We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us. Tell us, people, are you ready. Cold nerves and hearts like prod. Big kids, little hooligans. Grenades in our mouths can burn us. A huge school bag with Peter Pan. Cast dumplings. Hearts with marzipan. Brushing your teeth, as annoying as junk. Turbo rubber, that was the idea. "Halo, halo" through the toki elbows. Goat jumping, first caps . Peace Race on the sofa. Sentiments like that. I start the saltpeter sideburns myself. It's me, the eternal lord. kid With a backpack bigger than a bag in hand today The world of duplo kidilends Not Mr. Tiki Tak and Pewex Rainbow Muzik Box was an embarrassment Beastie Boys Sonic Youth patches on ankles Ankles are backpacks Bestseller on the market like a Polish plumber Look at these talking heads Howl pouring water logs under my feet I prefer Kidilenda Sentiments as hot as prodiż I don't read newspapers I don't watch TV When I look over my shoulder I can't help but wonder Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy? We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us. Tell us, people, are you ready. Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz. Big kids, little hooligans. Grenades in our mouths can burn us. Mr. eternal big kid With a school bag on his back The kids are shouting after me "Hey, you tall boy, why are you so excited" Kickflip 180 nose slides on the benches No right to color What tied my hands like a straightjacket The first Sanyo color TV "The program will continue in a moment" "Wonderful years" "Scary people" With a skateboard under his arm, a little man thin as a stick Please don't come here because it's noisy like a factory hall They have regulations And we have grenades in our mouths that can fire them Shady types who want to clean our morale Tell us again that they are colorful it means gray. Divide us like no one has ever done before. Heal your complexes. I've had it before Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy And we have grenades in our mouths that can burn us. Tell us, people, are you ready. Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz. Big kids, little hooligans . Grenades in our mouths can burn us. 37:34 2534 37:34club djembe - fisz mix

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You're walking through the city like a king You can't see much from your height And I have a luxurious one for you, Mr. Me and the whole world have some not-so-nice news for you Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time. It's burning This time it's not fireworks It's not sparklers You look at the kitchen knife The knife you cut the meat with Before you put it on the spit I have some not so nice news for you Smug with yourself Mr. I am that knife Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time This together it's not fireworks, it's not sparklers Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time It's burning Luxury Mr. Your world is starting to burn. It's burning Your world is burning Because my world has been burning for a long time You don't know because you've never tried to know Touch my world You have big wooden windows at home But those eyes are all in steel bars You shave your face with a razor blade And I still hear the laughter of your loyal admirers Before you put on your suit Before you tie your tie You will make a perfect move like a tennis player A perfect move with your free hand I have some not-so-nice news for you My luxurious gentleman I am that razor blade It's not fake news Because it's already been proven Your world is starting to burn Just like my world has been burning for a long time Your world is starting to burn burn Because my world has been burning for a long time This time it's not fireworks It's not sparklers Your world is starting to burn Because my world has been burning for a long time Your world It's burning Just like my world It's been burning for a long time Luxurious Mr. It's burning Look, listen. They are not equal. Normal people. They are not equal. Look, listen. Turn on your thinking They are not equal to Normal people They are not equal to Normal people It's an abyss It's pure rubble And hell Look Listen Pet shop boys And Freddie Mercury Idiot They are not equal to Normal people They are not equal Daddy's boy Agora's pe They are not equal And what will you do? Internet expert asks me What will you do If your son If your daughter Tells you that they are like them What will you do Idiot Turn on your thinking What will you do to them I say, I'll make them dinner, I'll give them dessert, I'll tell them to finish reading the books, They 've done their homework, They've studied a bit, I'll do it, I'll do it, And you continue with yours, Idiot. They are not equal Normal people they are not equal They are not equal It's an abyss Turn on your thinking They are not equal Normal people They are not equal Storm and dust Dust That's Everywhere Dust That You're Drowning In, Idiot What will you do now If your daughter If your son They tell you while sitting at the table That they are just like them Idiot This is the abyss They are not equal I say I will make them dinner I will give them dessert I will tell them to finish reading the books They did their homework They studied a little I will hug them tightly I will put them to bed sleep I will say goodnight I will wish them beautiful dreams About a harmless utopia Where everyone respects each other Idiot what will you do now This is the abyss You idiot , Daddy's boy, Agora's pet I dot the "i" and present my captivity that eats me from the inside like bark beetles, butts pressed into a new suede armchair, my head on an oak table I jump like a record on an adapter I jump like a parachute jumper over my house What is not written down, so I have a Field of Performance quite big, please, a storm of applause At a high temperature , remove my bondage like a chicken needle, which gives pure distortion Words with my weapon, let's start eating like a spagetti western version number one, test If you have a tester running, limit my bondage, send it to me Straight into space, my bondage In a crazy circle, turn off the field protective and smoldering because I need oxygen to breathe ehe ehe Bondage as small as Scrapbook rolls but pampered Like TV idols, redundant like closet moths Cell phones conversations drip drip my bondage Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain To wet my bondage and your bondage And let's go into the rain Dude, the phone rings and starts again New myths and your little mythology that won't be able to bind me You produce new trends, you take photos of them A lipstick bag lipstick sucks I have the style of the first attempt I shoot words from an electric tube And you want to instill me somewhere you want a definition my Blood group which you know what it sounds like because it bangs against your membranes and the beat is thick It stuck to you like a layer of tinder to a tree And you would love to tie my hands with a pentel Too pop for the underground Too much underground for the pop A stream without any illusions before I wake up in the right place You want to buy me a coffin, arrange me like a violin in a case The final nail in my talent, which is becoming less and less popular on the radio, even for those who have a face but no face Now commercials don't interrupt the music, it's the music of the commercials It interrupts everything is a commodity Pop pop pop shines and passes away Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Let 's go in the rain Let's go in the rain Advertisements on the pole, advertisements on the shirt, in the pool of unnecessary recordings. Advertisements on the ass and cookies, we count the banknotes, is that enough? Or not, or throw to the target and immediately get the number 10? It's impossible. You have to run, thump, thump, and you only have a moment, thump, thump, faxes are fast. Photocopiers, we burn discs illegally in nero galeria mokotów red Shirts pot fashionable headband hat siub siub and faster faster Knock knock guests dinner sleep sleep don't wheeze don't snore Alarm clock get up in the morning shoes pants shirt run tree Number 1 tree number 2 tree number 3 tree number 27 I don't want ehe ehe Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let's go into the rain Let 's go into the rain Let's get wet my bondage Your little big bondage My your bondage I don't want to, I don't want to, I don't want to I'm driving a car, I'm traveling wide rather I open the window so everyone can hear that I'm a guy So I'm driving a car, I'm listening to Beastie Boys Bad Brains or De La Soul Generally, I'm usually a guy I look around and see young people standing at the bus stop And I like young people because youth is hope Because youth is the hope of this world They are smoking cigarettes, electric ones, and they are looking at me So I make the volume louder and I see that they are staring Pride, pride, pride, they probably recognize me That's what I'm thinking in this old head of mine They probably have mine records on Tidal or they saw me on YouTube So I wave at them, making a stern face They don't wave back, it probably drove them into the ground, got them stuck They probably think: it's him, it's him, it's him and I'm still walking so proudly And I hear through the window, open window, I hear them shouting something at me So I turn down the music, I pass the stop and continue proudly gliding And I hear them shouting after me OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all? Ha, ha, but old Boomer the Jug and the old fool OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately Nice jug and old fool What an old Boomer! Old Boomer I'm driving a car, I'm driving around rather wide open window is always cool Fame, glitter, prestige and money, hmm I don't think any of this will be the end for which the world died Tony Stark Loan in francs still unpaid, savings eaten by Covid I'm looking for my brain, yes like a farmer looking for a wife , I update my Instastories, I come to terms with being bald, just like the fans of Wisła and Cracovia, And I drive around in a wagon, and I'm heading towards nothingness OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all? Ha ha, but old Boomer Jug and old fool OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately Nice jug and old fool What an old Boomer! OK Boomer! The world is on fire, let it burn I was raised by catechesis, raised by capitalism Heavy metal, Morbid Angel and Kreator And a dog called Szarik and a cat that said: hator, hator, hator The history of my browser is the history of my life Online Zara Home, " "Such things only in Russia" and right-wing portals. Is that Mr. Wąglewski? - asks the courier And I buy toilet paper at Rossmann At Orlen I drink black coffee and I'm heading towards nothingness And the world is burning - let it burn And I like youth, because youth is hope Because youth is the hope of this world OK Boomer! Please sit down, don't lean out, don't talk, and graciously and quietly, without noise and sparks, get the fuck out OK Boomer! Do you understand anything at all? Ha ha, but old Boomer Jug and old fool OK, OK Boomer! Lockdown is in your brain and shitty skills What are you on drugs, what kind of shit is the local dealer selling you OK Boomer! They call me not very affectionately Nice jug and old fool What an old Boomer! OK Boomer! What an old Boomer! Forget about those who hurt you When it was getting dark, as if there had been no summer I don't have skin thick enough for it not to hit a sensitive spot I know something about it, believe me, I know something about it Your loved ones betrayed you And strangers seemed to be standing behind a fog It's a bit like playing dodgeball until the ball touches you and you come off the pitch beaten like a dog When it starts to get dark And my hand will cover you like a wing It will protect you from dark water, murky water Rest Forget about those who hurt you Dark water, murky water In your eyes full of fear Rest Forget those who hurt you Murky water, dark water In your eyes full of fear We have supported each other for so many years What is sacred between us Even though I am losing faith My faith is fading When I look into your eyes Angels from other worlds Spin in my head like a blender Save me from the fire When I lie alone in the bedroom The fire licks the window sills and curtains It's a bit like dodgeball I'm waiting for the ball to touch me and I'll walk off the field beaten like a dog It's a bit like dodgeball (dodgeball) When it starts to get dark And my hand like a wing will cover you It will protect you from the dark water, murky water Rest Forget about those who hurt you Dark water, murky water In your eyes full of fear Rest Forget those who hurt you Murky water, dark water In your eyes full of fear Gentlemen, ladies, let me introduce you to Mr. ef, count, honey, a miracle, as unique as the PESEL number, Dear Ladies, they say "you have become as old as my home PC" And here is my dossier So you know where the rush comes from This is how "piar" works The pillar that holds the business in its hand Cheers, cheers, sir Ef And not Marcinkiewicz, Prime Minister I am an eternal child, as light as a feather, like a balloon soaked in helium, Mr. Ef, but not from MARILLON One in a million, the Bastille is burning Somewhere in the center of Warsaw A big child who has this habit of shooting a series of associations like a rifle Once upon a time in kindergarten, a little clever rascal What he says sorry when he makes a stink And he's not a top student or a mother's boy He's not an omnibus guy who reports to him To gain admiration among the group of teachers Today kids greet each other in kindergarten with "elo bro" They want to be rappers sit all the time on a bench somewhere in front of the house Pale from the screens like corpses Soaked in sensation like a screen pet Non-stop 24 hours a day like TVN24 And there's the world of elites, bloody like merry. The world of invectives. Like Rutkowski's detective. His health is failing. Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy ? Am I a child and they are so mature? We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us. Tell us, people, are you ready. Cold nerves and hearts like prod. Big kids, little hooligans. Grenades in our mouths can burn us. A huge school bag with Peter Pan. Cast dumplings. Hearts with marzipan. Brushing your teeth, as annoying as junk. Turbo rubber, that was the idea. "Halo, halo" through the toki elbows. Goat jumping, first caps . Peace Race on the sofa. Sentiments like that. I start the saltpeter sideburns myself. It's me, the eternal lord. kid With a backpack bigger than a bag in hand today The world of duplo kidilends Not Mr. Tiki Tak and Pewex Rainbow Muzik Box was an embarrassment Beastie Boys Sonic Youth patches on ankles Ankles are backpacks Bestseller on the market like a Polish plumber Look at these talking heads Howl pouring water logs under my feet I prefer Kidilenda Sentiments as hot as prodiż I don't read newspapers I don't watch TV When I look over my shoulder I can't help but wonder Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy? We have grenades in our mouths that can burn us. Tell us, people, are you ready. Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz. Big kids, little hooligans. Grenades in our mouths can burn us. Mr. eternal big kid With a school bag on his back The kids are shouting after me "Hey, you tall boy, why are you so excited" Kickflip 180 nose slides on the benches No right to color What tied my hands like a straightjacket The first Sanyo color TV "The program will continue in a moment" "Wonderful years" "Scary people" With a skateboard under his arm, a little man thin as a stick Please don't come here because it's noisy like a factory hall They have regulations And we have grenades in our mouths that can fire them Shady types who want to clean our morale Tell us again that they are colorful it means gray. Divide us like no one has ever done before. Heal your complexes. I've had it before Is it me who doesn't understand anything or are they crazy And we have grenades in our mouths that can burn us. Tell us, people, are you ready. Cold nerves and hearts like prodiz. Big kids, little hooligans . Grenades in our mouths can burn us. Here's my hot blood like a boiler Plasma sticks like glue, shines like a spoiler I'm not a saint, you know like Molière I've got a few grams cut into foil Tell me if you have blood A river of blood as red as Campari Hot as brie on toast Hemoglobin that shimmers like fire with the red of the lips Oxygen carried from the lungs Like a tea dour wandering down a glass From the lungs to the tissues through a vein the sound is transmitted What leaves a mark on your skin like a sled runner You're my dye, blood dye Erythrocyte that pounds my marrow Blood in my veins like frames in a case Radiates into your field like a fluid I don't drink blood like Siegfried I'm white in it like a leukocyte Blood rages like tribunes, like typhoons in Asia Blood... [Verse 2] Blood, my blood is crazy about it Dogs have more style than people who spill blood They wash off their hands like you wash off make-up Shuruburu doesn't leave a mark on his hands And there's a hole in the soul, soak your conscience like a washing machine Wash the blood off your suit, wash it off with pursed lips It's not anarchy, it's a black march To kill your conscience, squash like stuffing, like SARS lungs And you have a sparkler shining in your hair Shines like a projector in cinemas like devotional items Collar starch, tie flutters and hangs like genitals Skin wrinkles and cracks like enamel And the war drags on like a "Fashion for Success" So how do you want it? How do you want to wash the blood from your hands? You might also like Plastic (Bonus Track) Fisz Emade Bestseller Fisz Emade Traces Fisz Emade [Verse 3] I'm yours now, in a moment and then Then mixed with blood That's how I carry out my stratagem I don't comment like a fashion creator, I'm a constent What doesn't spill blood unless it's in the Polish Red Cross where my DNA Circulates like a bottle cap on the pavement Thick blood, thick as a line of blocks That rubs against the air like a palm tree burns, 'cause it's a wild jungle In which the pressure jumps like a mandible, like a clue In a blood pressure monitor that goes up like an aeronaut When you're so close Blood boils hot, it's like magma It won't pass us by like a Germany-Russia gas pipeline It's not a dirty game on emotions [Chorus] It's my blood drunk from my mouth Tested across, tested along My blood drunk from my mouth Tested across, tested along Blood... 40:49 533 40:49club djembe - fisz mix (mashuup)

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Mary Lou * (FB) * https://www.facebook.com/merygoodwery/ ARKanoid https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100056783704560 Fokus - Klaskaj & Plus 100 Do Lansu Dj.Frodo twoinone (gold collection) https://www.cda.pl/video/141087688e Lilli Wood *(FB)* https://www.facebook.com/merygoodwery radio 2REC Fokus - ATH/Paradox https://www.cda.pl/video/1410896341 RADIO STACJA TUREK broadcast 21. 04. 2023r. https://www.cda.pl/video/141081337a kazik staszewski - przystań Turek https://www.cda.pl/video/13419055b1 kapela ze wsi warszawa - stowarzyszenie przystań turek https://www.cda.pl/video/1341931081 Clone Lyrics I'm not Rob, though they call me "Zombie" 'Cause I'm standing stiff in the middle of the road Shoes heavy as if I had stones there Possessed, I move like an animal By dark powers, a true omen Long skinny man behind the microphone I have a sharp tongue like the flavors of India I do voodoo, this is not Haiti Candomblé sects somewhere in Brazil Samba with ghosts, bikini samba I'm squeezing the microphone - it's my talisman Microphone, snare drum - my insignia Mom's exquisite movements, solo dance I don't change, I stay myself The demon ate the heart, so I'm choking It's like I sold my soul to the devil He summoned Satan, he renounced God He signed a pact with the devil in blood I just stand there, throw out words You know the story, it still has no end It goes like this: for ten years Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah It goes like this: for ten years Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah Ooo in headphones clone I'm talking in stereo on both sides Ooh my place, time I'm doing a profit and loss account You might also like Hunter Fisz Emade A child in the fog Fisz Emade traces Fisz Emade Every day is like a shortcut Give me the mic when I wake up! It saves the skin and works wonders Cleans infected lungs This is the second phase, the operation phase Face-up attack as if I was playing chess I'm not antique like a VCR Me and the microphone are Batman and Robin The glasses in the glasses fog up As seed, soil - such fruit, yield You come to me - the current will kick you I'm radioactive now You touch me and you turn blue You stand stiff, struck by lightning Although it's Warsaw, not Chernobyl I just stand there, throw out words This story still has no end It goes like this: for ten years Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah It goes like this: for ten years Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah Ooo in headphones clone I'm talking in stereo on both sides Ooh my place, time I'm doing a profit and loss account Ooo in headphones clone I'm talking in stereo on both sides Ooh my place, time I'm doing a profit and loss account This music - the greatest aphrodisiac My jaw is still springy Jumps like a poorly assembled fil Eyes clear - I'm a Siberian wolf I'm hungry, I'm picky These are my "satanic verses" I have no mercy behind the microphone You come any closer, I'll count the bones Larger receding teeth, missing teeth Hitting like Muhammad Ali You shoot at random I train at the Shaolin Temple Good morning to you! It's "entrance of the dragon" It's not shurikens, it's words This story still has no end It goes like this: for ten years Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah It goes like this: for ten years Blah blah blah blah... blah blah blah blah It goes like this: for ten years Blah blah blah blah... Ooo in headphones clone I'm talking in stereo on both sides Ooh my place, time I'm doing a profit and loss account Ooo in headphones clone I'm talking in stereo on both sides Ooh my place, time I'm doing a profit and loss account Blah Blah Number Two Lyrics [Verse 1] When I'm here and there drinking black coffee I know I'm stuck somewhere between the new and the old I lean over myself, wind my watch I do what I like, what I do not for punishment Although I collect penalty points Like a bass clarinet, I tune well down below So ladies and gentlemen, music is a spaceport Flying over the skyscrapers my space shuttle What cures sick phobias Through the seas, oceans like an amphibian The membrane jumps like an excise tax Like a hand in a state of delirium Earn a minimum of clean, because I'm clean as spirit My way of life is to stick to the beat What would I do without my blah blah blah What is the merit of this case Maybe I'd freeze in between in misery Or earned a master's degree Blah blah blah like PVC tiles is not my message The message is deep, excellent profile, low profit If it wasn't for blah blah blah maybe I'd be slicing a takeaway gyros Immobilized like a corpse With and without VAT Part-time work or die, die and work I love even more The air is humid With or without gain My blah blah blah that ruins finances I say bye bye to those who don't give me a chance You might also like Gorilla Fisz Emade traces Fisz Emade Sprinter Dave & Central Cee [Chorus] Hey, what would I be doing without my blah blah blah At the cash register, I'd scan some lousy codebar It would break your heart like some femme fatale I'm circulating mine all over the country - blah blah blah What would I do without my blah blah blah At the cash register, I'd scan some lousy codebar It would break your heart like some femme fatale [Verse 2] When I'm here and there, I'm poisoning my lungs with nicotine I know I'm stuck between effect and cause I lean over myself, although it's not narcissism With which so many today fight in front of the mirror No one will dance with the star when it goes out Sadness ate my heart What would I do without my blah blah blah So many friends and relatives leave the country He's going somewhere for work The Vistula is poisonous like asbestos London is as sweet as gooseberries My candidate never wins, the taxman kills Colleagues get the fuck out of the country, but not on a camping trip A friend stuffs minced meat into a hamburger The other opens a pawnshop Someone's washing pots, but not Gary Oldman What is worth much more than the mp3 format sold at the stadium I'm mr blah blah blah, I'm mr little man What in front of the cameras does not repent before God I'm making love, not war I'm planning babies, not a bomb I ride a bike, not a tank Fascists are getting feathered Somewhere on the Vistula that smells like denatured alcohol Although I went to you for a milkshake I see you want to complain a bit My generation has a bitter dream of emigration There is no end to this frustration It's the end of the Polish team If you want to change the world, start with yourself [Chorus x4] Lyrics - Rap Genius Poland Are you there? Lyrics Gathered, I am asking for your attention, even for five minutes My name - Count Honey - you know it well My hobby is doing a microphone test Puff into the diaphragm like I'm just having sex When Mr. Emade bangs his finger on the MPC My middle name is Mr. Phenomenon I wave my tongue like a Chagall brush I crumble weak MCs like a croissant I have bigger bends, but I'm losing my belly fast Ladies say: "Look, he's lost weight!" Like he hasn't eaten for a month or just ate tofu You grab the microphone, but tell me where your taste is You and the microphone, it's like corduroy and golf You crack like glass under your shoes I can travel around the world with a microphone Warsaw, London, Kabul or Riyadh Like I'm in Paris I say "c'est la vie" And when a new, quite sober thought comes to me I listen to old records while eating rice with cinnamon This lowers blood sugar levels I have heaven here, I don't need anything Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture If time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad You might also like 1978 Fisz Emade traces Fisz Emade You're Losing Me (From The Vault) Taylor Swift And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow I knock on the membrane, I ask: "are you there?" If money rules the world, something is wrong here Like I'm a Rasta I scream "bomboclat!" My blah blah blah is in my DNA I never teach or give advice I can travel around the world with a microphone Warsaw, London, Kabul or Riyadh Like you're in Paris you say "bon voyage" You wave your hand at me, ask, "how are you?" I've been doing pretty well for several years now A rolling stone does not grow moss Don't ask me because I don't know if it's passé And if you're there, and I know you are I carry a treasure inside me More valuable than what the world has to offer I know more, but I really don't know anything And when a new, quite sober thought comes to me I listen to old records while eating rice with cinnamon This lowers blood sugar levels I have heaven here, I don't need anything Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture If time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad Don't ask me for advice, don't ask me for meaning Don't ask me the end, don't send S.O.S If you could stop time, that would be a nice gesture And if time stopped, it wouldn't be so bad And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow And if you are, and I know you are Then please shine, shine - I want to see the glow These are my ravenous loneliness, they make scrambled eggs from 4 eggs, when you text chase, probably Inter-City all over the country... I'm sending you S.O.S. mud dog, flap your wing and fly and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly! These are my raging loneliness behind the computer sitting all day now when I'm texting chase you probably already have a colorful dream on your eyelids... I'm sending you S.O.S, light petal, get up and fly... well, get up and fly, well get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly, get up and fly! come on get up and lie down... wouldn't it be nice to answer me if something happened to spite those who preach national slogans in the capital, in the center of my city x4 it's not an engaged protest-song although it sounds like a gong, like a king kong the hair on my hand is in armor to the teeth and the guitar is not tuned without commitment like social activists who rip the guts long, skinny one, he is not like that they wipe the slogans social activists from the capital city of the city that glitters like lip gloss and scarves have a skull, sheet metal left we have shiny slogans so bravo everybody get up 'hip hip hooray!' in honor of new ideology my waving laughs and I don't wave most of the time I wash my hands and tuck my legs up miracle of nature involved I have something else for you not made of cardboard not made of paper and doesn't beat I have something for you that is neither right nor left I'm not smart like smart guys who grow like thuja after rain, there is no guarantee for several years, but there is no expiry date, this is not feminism, this is not a national movement, this is not a newspaper that tells you who to sleep with, how to suck in and pull out your belly ... hey! wouldn't it be nice to answer me if something happened to spite those who preach national slogans in the capital, in the center of my city x4 hey, hey, smart guys a whole wave of smart guys like ants are spreading around the city smart guys and their heads tilted down , I have something that doesn't divide in half like a cleaver I walk on foot along the lanes and stop I blink empty slogans spread like a stench although I have a body weight like a skeleton I don't put weight on and perform smooth movements like a conductor with a baton? I connect with a good note a minute that lasts forever I have something for you that doesn't send troops and doesn't wave a flag doesn't campaign, doesn't scare dynamite with a stick like a terrorist it's not a mission, not demagoguery, not an extra in the background top pure notes without back room, no program, so ladies and gentlemen! gentlemen ladies! gentlemen ladies, hey! before you get dirty up to your neck, get splashed, drink the swill and I produce painted sounds with an indifferent drake, will you follow the crowd that only muffles your brain or will you stay here with me? will you stay here with me?! Wouldn't it be nice if you would tell me Wouldn't it be nice if you would tell me Hey Wouldn't it be nice if something happened to spite those who proclaim national slogans in the capital, in the center of my city x4 31:34 520 31:34club djembe - fisz mix Vol 4 (mashup)

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