TACONAFIDE: Kryptowaluty

It's good that you have no money, because
you'd spend everything on clothes
I'm calm, slowly moving forward,
you hesitate like cryptocurrencies
Don't talk to me, I check on receipts online
I keep Bitcoins under the mattress

[Taco Hemingway]
Money long as Manute
I make big steps, because I don't take shortcuts
Each new project makes a fuss
I'll give to this homeless man for a loaf,
to another one for a vodka
'Cause I don't judge anyone and I don't like to be judged
Fellas from Interia wrote a review, before they listened
to album till the end
I never do anything for likes, just for money,
peace and mum
It's just that I don't want to be at the wall and
give up on music, because I do advertising
She asks me about my vibes,
I tell her the truth, Gombrowicz and trap
Snacks and some football beside it, peace of mind
when I come back home after work
They weary me like heat, I'll never go back
to trend like zhupan
Fifi plays hardball
I want a free weekend like Kuchar

Hard times have come
This bunch of ticks is still sipping blood
I threw them out with distaste like Magda Gessler
They're not even a past, it's past perfect tense

[Ref.]
It's good that you have no money, because
you'd spend everything on clothes
I'm calm, slowly moving forward,
you hesitate like cryptocurrencies
Don't talk to me, I check on receipts online
I keep Bitcoins under the mattress

[Verse 2: Quebonafide]
I don't go to Vega's movies, to parties in Sketch
I sit in the Legia's lodge at my friend's match
Who believed in me when I wore baggies
Today I put on new Ralph to my sweats or Tiro
I have time for everything but love
I think that's how I destroyed it
But I love you then again
New Larry Flynt, no Hugh Hefner
I wanted to fight it but to no avail
My thoughts are nasty
I'll make you a celebrity in a week, my thoughts are ugly
At night I'm going to look for evil like Batman
Tomorrow I'll be like Mahatma again
I wonder myself, how old I am
Only two moods, two moods
I'll calm down with something soon
Loads of virtual coins
Coffee, xanax and in the end I get paranoia

[Q] I'm shaking again, shaking club again
[T] (Salaries again, thick again)
[Q] Backstage again, bills again
[T] (What's wrong Que, sad again?)

You ask what's that other mood
I don't even want to look in the eyes of city
Slacking, I haven't seen the light, slack off

[Ref.]
It's good that you have no money, because
you'd spend everything on clothes
I'm calm, slowly moving forward,
you hesitate like cryptocurrencies
Don't talk to me, I check on receipts online
I keep Bitcoins under the mattress