It's good you're broke, you'd spend it all on clothes
I'm chill, slowly moving forward, you've got swings like crypto
Don't talk to me, I'm checking my cash online
I keep Bitcoin under the mattress
It's good you're broke, you'd spend it all on clothes
I'm chill, slowly moving forward, you've got swings like crypto
Don't talk to me, I'm checking my cash online
I keep Bitcoin under the mattress
Money long like Manute
I take big steps, 'cause I don't take shortcuts
Every new project causes a stir
I'll give this homeless guy money for bread, that one for vodka
'Cause I don't judge anyone and I don't like being judged
The guys from Interia wrote a review before they even finished the album
I never do anything for likes, only for cash, peace, and my mom
But I don't wanna be backed into a corner and quit music to do commercials
She asks me about my vibe, I tell her the truth: Gombrowicz and trap
Grub and a bit of football besides that, peace when I get home from work
They tire me out like the heat, they'll never be trendy again like a żupan
Fifi walks over dead bodies to his goal. I crave a free weekend like Kuchar
Hard times have come upon us
This gang of ticks keeps sucking my blood
I threw them out with disgust, I'm Magda Gessler
They're not even the past anymore, they're past perfect
It's good you're broke, you'd spend it all on clothes
I'm chill, slowly moving forward, you've got swings like crypto
Don't talk to me, I'm checking my cash online
I keep Bitcoin under the mattress
It's good you're broke, you'd spend it all on clothes
I'm chill, slowly moving forward, you've got swings like crypto
Don't talk to me, I'm checking my cash online
I keep Bitcoin under the mattress
I don't go to Vega's movies or parties at Sketch
I'm sitting in the Legia skybox at my buddy's game
The one who believed in me when I wore baggy jeans
Today I'm putting on new Rafs with my track pants, or Tiro
I have time for everything, just not for love
I guess that's what destroyed it
But I love you, just so you know
The new Larry Flynt, not Hugh Hefner
I wanted to fight it, but it was no use
I'll make you a celebrity in a week, my thoughts are hideous
At night I go looking 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, a ton of virtual coins
Coffee, Xanax and in the end I get paranoid again
Shaking again, shaking the club again
Backstage again, promissory notes again
You ask what the second mood is
I don't even want to look the city in the eye
Stagnation, haven't seen a glow in a month, back off
It's good you're broke, you'd spend it all on clothes
I'm chill, slowly moving forward, you've got swings like crypto
Don't talk to me, I'm checking my cash online
I keep Bitcoin under the mattress
It's good you're broke, you'd spend it all on clothes
I'm chill, slowly moving forward, you've got swings like crypto
Don't talk to me, I'm checking my cash online
I keep Bitcoin under the mattress