[Verse 1]
It's probably my bad luck that...
I wouldn't have anything without luck
Laziness is my favorite sin
But I don't rest on my laurels like Petrarca
I'm just finishing and starting
Just wait until they start finishing
Come here and see how nice I'm talking, wait a minute!
Maybe Would it be nice to join?
There is nothing bad that doesn't turn out to be good - so much progress that I take my hat off and... here
No there is something bad that won't do any good; Miuosh and Onar? ÄÅÅ....
For me, there are none who I don't listen
There are those with me who I can't hear
I'm not consumed by nerves , then I eat the nerves; yummy
I pull out tile after tile, for me this business is Yenga
I don't think I'll ever make it like that, boy! Although I do not spare myself
Without moderation, I fly like a power
Parys, Pepe in Real Madrid, SB Maffija, I hit them so that I can step on their heels
[Hook]
The air is light
Conscience is heavy
Thinking is sinful
Let's comfort ourselves without them
I'm trying to be happy
I feel like a tester
Me? I am universal and deadly
[Verse 2]
Money doesn't play a role
The script is black
And rap is a relief from Daniels' bottle
Searching for scapegoats is not has a future
Because life for us is not the Oracle of Delphi
I'm pissed off again because I'm missing the fleet
Well, I forgot what it's like to be empty< br/>Ten thousand in the mud for fat, have fun, wooo; Woodstock Stop
I've already dug through the entire underground, I have a heavy conscience and I don't want to stay here
I'm leaving an abyss and long shadows, I'm pissed off on my knuckles
So either stop it, it's getting on my nerves like hydroxyzine, why is there an echo?
It's better not to get any closer unnecessarily, because I'm like a selfie from Danny Trejo
I want to be Sweet sins and a bug in the files, there is an open gate, a closed round
And a short ball like at Orliki, so why am I pissed off for the third time in this verse?
Strange pills and sleeping pills, frivolous as deadly as Leslie Nielsen
But I've never felt better and hopeless at the same time - it's extremely strange
Everything is beautiful, the psyche doesn't last he's like my friend who took the noose and fell
I tried to swing out seven times until I finally got in - it's still better than Żurom
It's a bit gloomy and I could help with that, and actually this truth even bothers me
It's as if I was holding my heart in my hand and the whole world was asking me for applause. ..
[Hook]
The air is light
Conscience is heavy
Thinking is sinful
Let's comfort ourselves without them
I'm trying to be happy Cutting
I feel like a tester
Me? I am universal and mortal