So you came to show me that you’re better than me You don’t have to tell me I already know You got brands, marks, money, friends, you got everything I’d need If I were fucking boring bum You eat better way, then you shit better way, everything about it You read in the magazine I wonder how much ink you have to put under your skin until it blows Your fancy nose Look at that girl, she’s a motherfucking artist Somebody call a doctor, she’s getting too fantastic Well, she is depressed, but then whatever She’s gonna put some happy shit on facebook and it’s better After a while it doesn’t really matter, the only thing that matters is she’s gonna feel like heaven After booze and new tattoes, and let her laugh Meantime I’m gonna cry for her like that:
Warsaw, what you’ve done to me
No I don’t wanna spend the rest of my life Begging people that I hate to like my vibe where The only way to prove that you are real Is to take a photo of your fancy meal Now what the hell is this, man, what kind of a circus Every day I wonder where did normal people go When I’m on the streets of Warsaw I feel like I’m juggling Ridin on a one-wheel bike Sometimes I get terrified at night When I wake up dreaming that I act like that Truth is in a place where they will put it Place is where you gonna lick their ass Call me when I’m in Miami honey, I’ll be playin gigs for fun and crowds See you on a main stage, I will send you love Meantime I’m gonna cry for you like that: