[Intro: Rafał Walentynowicz]
At 3 a.m Solar and Białas in the presence of security guards, Police Municipal Police
Appeared in Batory's High School in Warsaw. Their visit lasted
less than 15 mins and didn't interfere with high school exams, holding at the same time
[Verse 1: Mata]
I got up like every morning and it was clear that the world fucked up. Phones are ringing at my chat
My homies are ringing
They want to know everything about Mata, everything about Pato
Pissed-off Headmaster goes to and fro in the secretary's office
And she's thinking about the punishment for me cause
I'm a pissed-off kid
I'm a broken kid
I was lying in a suede coat on Emilia Plater
And the homeless man bought me tea so I wouldn't freeze
I saw the coca and I saw the Xanax
When we played poker without clothes in junior high
Yeah, it's fucked-up, but I'm lying on the floor waiting for punishment
Eyes bloodshot as if I've been treated with tear gas
Half a liter per person drink with a brewery
My homie is me ... Please don't tell my mom
[Chorus: Mata & Tomasz Knapik]
Trap life (Whoo), M.A.T. Young Matczak
If not for a licensed poet, a reformatory would be waiting for me
WWA, big boy, I only hear 'blah, blah' (Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my path response (ay, ay, ay)
This is my pathoreaction (MAT, Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my path reaction (ay, ay)
This is my ... uh (MAT, Young Matczak)
This is my pathoreaction
[Verse 2: The Mata]
My mother was invited by smiling ladies to breakfast at Polsat
They want to know everything about Pato, everything about Mata, you won't get it anyway
Radio ZET is waiting in front of the school for the last bell with cameras and a microphones
They ask about us and if we trade mephedrone, then a quick interview with the deputy-headmaster
Someone older threatens me with a libel suit and someone with a protocol
I'm not feeling well, fuck it
But I'm sorry, Batory was just a symbol and I had to wear the hoodie
And every normal person understood it... except for Krystyna Pawłowicz
Moron, why are you doing this, frustrated mothers write to me in DM about my demoralization
Their children and families, and I am just telling you how they live, you told them how to do it
I don't know what's going on, half of Poland is entering my head (ay, ay) (I don't know what's going on)
Jakimowicz wanted to send me to the army
My homie knows your son, so what the fuck are you telling
To my parents, what would you do to me as my parent?
Żabson and Robert Makłowicz listen to it
Masno, the president, and Włodi listen to it
So I can't fall asleep, the city talks about me, and I'm eating pierogi
with tea, under the blanket like baby Yoda, I read the newspaper because my mug is under the cover
Type of Vogue, the paparazzi crowd wants to take us to get us
[Chorus: Mata & Tomasz Knapik]
Trap life (Whoo), M.A.T. Young Matczak
If not for a licensed poet, a reformatory would be waiting for me
WWA, big boy, I only hear 'blah, blah' (Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my path response (ay, ay, ay)
This is my pathoreaction (MAT, Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my path reaction (ay, ay)
This is my ... uh (MAT, Young Matczak)
This is my pathoreaction
[Verse 3: Mata & Zbigniew Stonoga]
Some Kacper wrote to me that I am a fucking banana kid
As Peja appreciated, he deleted the message in this app
And I only had a banana (smile) on my face
I take a photo in Żabka and in Biedronka (shops, markets)
And when I earn a helmet
I will give this to my parents for education and I will buy four villas in Marymont
Although they already have four others
They are looking for the insane media scandal, ay
You know what their mean behavior smells like
I love my mom and dad
I'm just fucking pathology
My homie did it with fourteen when he was 13 himself
From 5.10.15. she took off his pants with her teeth
And the PiS media would like to take care of the senior Mat
He is a holy man
What I do is my choice
And I will answer for it one day
But first I will answer you
So listen carefully:
Fuck Polish Television
Jacek Kurski - fuck your gums
(Stop fucking my family)
Because I would like to grow up in peace
My people rule
My mate was smoking crack when he was very young
But we went straight and fuck
I divide Poland in half like the Prussian partition
Kuba Wojewódzki is talking about me
Pomerania, Silesia, voivode of Łódź
Journalist Rudzki and Tomasz Ćwiąkała
At school in Civics - F, French - F
Polish language - two with a downside, because few believed in Michał
Today my reading is discussed
At seminars, in karaoke bars
At a retreat, at a table on Christmas Eve, at a can of a brewery, and in the fucking States
On WOS, Polish (bye)
I made a swing because I don't like the rules
The French language and the fire and the fire and the fire and the French press wrote about me
Super Nanny and your masseur
Stupid whores froth from their mouths
A week until Christmas and I have a single
Higher on Spotify's Top 50 than "Last Christmas"
Wow, "Let it Snow"
Ay, and Mariah Carey, wow
We're hacking the mainstream
I get spammed like smoke in my lungs
Special One like Mourinho
They are slowly digging my grave in Powązki
Huff, huff, huff, how am I supposed to feel?
Huff, huff, huff, how am I supposed to feel?
How am I supposed to feel? A plain gray boy
When fucking glitter is flying from the sky
When Gosia Halber lightly compares him on FB to Olga Tokarczuk
They let their fantasies go
I will get the Nobel Prize when I buy Mark from West Ham for my Fantasy line-up
Or as soon as I put these blunts down
Mom, I fly
In a year I will buy a billboard for Manhattan like Sfera Ebbasta
Pato-progenitor
Countries, continents, cities - I will visit with a team like Bilbo and Zlatan
They heard us everywhere, 33 - waka-waka
40 thousands of men under the scene, and they saw in us only weeping and weeping and yet another weeping
We will play in Tokyo, London, Toronto like Baka
The land is a roundabout, I drift into it like Sonik Rafał on Dakar
Well, because I would like to jump with happiness on the World Tour, haha
And only then will I show you all how you can do around the world
M.A.T.A. or Mata officially wins (haha, ay, brah)
[Outro: Tomasz Knapik]
Well, it is difficult to find more from two words