Guzior: FALA (ft. Oskar83)

(I'm waiting for waves like a block
Hundreds of tons
To take us away
Soon the current will pull us under
Take my hand
Let's disappear from the radar)

I wait for waves like a block
Hundreds of tons
To take us away
Soon the current will pull us under
Take my hand
Let's get off the radar
Waiting on the waves like a block
Hundreds of tons
To take us away
The current will pull us under
Take my hand
Let's get off the radar

I take a breath
And bury my head under the water
I hold back until I turn purple
The blood cleans a few turmeric capsules
Same Mati
A little better cart
A little of these rags more expensive
In the past I preferred airforcy to some Givenchy
And I always wore by my ankles
Ask me about the record
I'll ask you in my nerves WHAT ABOUT IT?
He's gonna sleep
♪ They're waving their fingers that it won't last long ♪
I'm fucked by their threats.
I'm switching over, I've got the new Kanye Gospel playing
♪ I like this album, cause it's a little bit off ♪
And I heart it, I know it's good
♪ He's combing my garlic, that
You look at me like I'm the dearest
Lala, I'm not jealous.
You want to fly with either this or that
I'll fly either with her or with her
Fuck it, I'm not into relationships.
The others are just like a cliché with you.
I love it when my nostrils
♪ Your perfume gets in my nostrils ♪ ♪ It's beautiful, take a fucking spray ♪

I wait for waves like a block
I wait for precipitation and thunder
Waiting for the planets to roast
Fuck this city, I'm not leaving
A festival of trash and evil
I listen to Depeche Mode
And not out of the blue
That's my mood
It sucks with the smog, I like the English weather
It cleans the air like a Dyson

I wait for waves like a block
Hundreds of tons
To take us away
Soon the current will pull us under
Take my hand
Let's get off the radar
Waiting on the waves like a block
Hundreds of tons
To take us away
The current will pull us under
Take my hand
Let's disappear from the radar

[Oskar83:]
Sleepy as ever
We make conversation
Not talk
[as we always do]
Pour the broth
I'll chop it up
fuck you
Not myself, the parsley
The best of us have a slip of the tongue.
I was shouting I'd fuck off.
Not you.
Just trash.
Then
Not with a shout
With a loud voice
I wished you not death
Just children
I go out pissed off to work
But not always, today
And your friend Annie, darling, I don't want
I'd show off like that.
♪ I know sometimes I swear at fucked up ♪
Not marriage
Society
To your ex,
Not a cunt
I'm speaking as a friend
And to you I LOVE
Not ever, I prefer often
My work doesn't bore me
It's fun
If I have to do it
Not later, but soon
And I don't fuck around, I just try
Mother-in-law ain't no whore
She's a mama.
And your bart isn't Balas.
He's Alan.
And don't mind if I say dear
Cause I'm gonna smash this treasure.
Not a bitch, a wave

I'm waiting for a wave like a block
Hundreds of tons
To take us away
The current will pull us under
Take my hand
Let's get off the radar
Waiting on the waves like a block
Hundreds of tons
To take us away
The current will pull us under
Take my hand
Let's get off the radar