Adi Nowak x Taco Hemingway (SzUsty Blend): WPZLJŻ

Adi Nowak :
1. I don't like well-trodden paths
No, there will be no metaphors for drawing lines
I feel weak
Doctors say something, I'll get over it once I have my Pesel in my account
I serve numbers like this, I think it bounces me
And although we agreed with life that we do not play for chops
We broke so much and it flows down to us?
Life is malicious but crap for that, because we don't have saliva
This is not the time for everlasting "nyny", darling
I know it's beautiful when we dream, but wake up
I know you want to crush forever
But if you're waiting for the right time to get your ass moving, know it's over
You were looking for the rose that grows out of concrete
I don't think I remind her, I don't know, because I don't give them to anyone
I'm falling for it again, baby
That you're at least a little more interesting than this refrain, let's go.

Taco Hemingway:
2. Spring Friday, I'm riding this Veturilo at night
I shouldn't because I drank that red wine
I would like to say now that I am on the run from the police
But remember: life is not "But cinema"
The taste of our life is carbonated beer
Our romances give way to all harlequins
Instead of a black limousine, a hard black limo
Don't look for Scarlett if you're not Rudolph Valentino
This is Poland, it is constantly cold here
Hide that convertible, the folks will whistle instantly
Everyone here whistles: Do re mi fa s la si do
It's a melodic country, a million musicians like that here
I'm in my twenties, my plans are perishing
I wander around town with my face always blasé
A brain like a rifle, I could kill someone, kill someone with my mind
Constantly chasing this terrible number, which is six zeros.