Pezet: Magenta

2019
WWA, URS representative
me: a mix of a tracksuit and a skate
my men also in sweatpants, like Skepta
in my city that kills like sepsis
where boys don't cry like a cry
we have tears and scars like spots in the sun
we don't have Friday in the indices
this is the new deal
double, up, hands up

We rock with girls with pink hair
what they wanted sex chat with us
we don't die even when
We close our eyes irreversibly
we're falling on K-Pax
max volume when entering LEX's
it's like standing on the podium
Warsaw like opium
like I'm on fire when the whole scene is a fake task

and they dance and wear skimpy tops
and the hair of bubblegum pink
when the sun rises in Warsaw
for their boiling bodies to the devil I will give 7 souls
the ink is smeared under the eyes
when in the morning she dances with us as if she ate MDMA
and then sings, not given
and is willingly divided into two

bubblegum hair
unbuckles the strap when I hit the gas
then time disappears
we like when we are pressed into the chair by the bass
at night we have eyes like cats
the body is also more sensitive to touch
bubblegum hair
unbuckles the belt when I hit the gas
then time disappears
we like when we are pressed into the chair by the bass
at night we have eyes like cats
the body is also more sensitive to touch

She tells me in my ear to watch out on the turns
as we drive forward aimlessly
everything that we want not to remember is behind us
and we stand on the shell for a moment
above us, the sky as pink as magenta glitters
and there is a abyss in her eyes
temperature like in Peru
leather like velor
we wrap with the after party
she tells him on the phone that she's already busy today
when he orders aperol
we don't want to look at the clock and calendar
how are you photocopied
it's not life at zero
it's life like in a movie
like the life of gangsters
including living for less
I'm walking on a rope
I have pictures like Michael Angelo in my head
her face like Venom

And she dances and wears skimpy tops
and hair of bubblegum pink
when the sun rises in Warsaw
I will give 7 souls for her boiling body to the devil
the ink is smeared under the eyes
when in the morning she dances with us as if she ate MDMA
then he drinks his life down
and is willingly divided into two

bubblegum hair
unbuckles the strap when I hit the gas
then time disappears
we like when we are pressed into the chair by the bass
at night we have eyes like cats
the body is also more sensitive to touch
bubblegum hair
unbuckles the strap when I hit the gas
then time disappears
we like when we are pressed into the chair by the bass
at night we have eyes like cats
the body is also more sensitive to touch