Postcard from Warsaw, summer 2k19. Bless you
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh
Thirty two degrees
Again, the weather is not too gentle
All that glitters is not gold
But all is gold, what Midas touches (Tsss)
Thirty two degrees
Again, the weather is not too gentle
Money lying in the street
You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up (Woah)
Warszawa like Tijuana (Oh)
I get up at nine, I play the beat in the morning (Oh)
By twenty-five, I'm on the screens
I am checking the news to see if there was some attack today
And on the social network, the new haircut of Crisitian
Don't talk on Facetime today, because I have nothing to plan
So much heat, Warszawa like roasting pan
Mate, mate I don't come out, mate, today I bath
I hide like hidden marijuana
I'm lying in the bath, listening Maanam records
"Our love is like opium" ayy
She is Grace Jones and I am Indiana
The car's exterior sizzles on a Peugeot (Tss)
In the morning I get up for the soccer game of KP Kozia (Tss)
Call me Fifi Inzaghi
Supposedly there were three goals, but there could have been eight, what a shame (oh)
Thirty two degrees
Again, the weather is not too gentle (Oh-oh) (Oh)
All that glitters is not gold (Ohh)
But all is gold, what Midas touches (Brrt, brrt) (Tsss)
Thirty two degrees (Tsss) (Yah, yah)
Again, the weather is not too gentle (Yuh, yuh) (Tsss)
Money lying in the street
You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up, um
I think Midas touched my neck (Mmm, hmm)
I'm curious when he touches the record (Uh-huh)
If I can't share good moments with them, I record albums about it
I lie, I look, Instastory
Beautiful lives there, seriously flummery
I smoke (joints) like wheels (tyres)
My furniture is cardboard boxes after shoes (Yuh, yuh)
Thirty two degrees, dresscode is flip-flops
For banquets dressed as for Żabka (Ksch-ksch
Driving sometime from stairways to stairways (Brrt, brrt)
Today I prefer the jacuzzi there on the last one
Bonnie and Clyde, I stole the sun for you, but you like cold wine in summer
And with you I have a private paradise, each other turned out to be a slizzy (Kizo, oh!)
Thirty two degrees (Oh-oh)
Again, the weather is not too gentle (Oh-oh) (Oh)
All that glitters is not gold (Brrt-brrt)
But all is gold, what Midas touches (Tss)
(Ech-he) Thirty two degrees (Yuh, yuh)
Again, the weather is not too gentle (Yuh, yuh)
Money lying in the street (Woo, woo)
You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up
Thirty two degrees, at forty two, I stood at the window
On the job twenty four hour a day
After eleven o'clock I'm driving a car (Brrt-brrt)
New Michael Jordan just, who sing rap (sing rap)
Four eight two two area code (area code)
Four four is calling, she is calling, London (Uh-huh)
Like four seven barcodes on your head, ungh (Oh!)
Thirty two degrees (Oh-oh)
Again, the weather is not too gentle (Oh-oh) (Oh)
All that glitters is not gold (Brrt-brrt)
But all is gold, what Midas touches (Tss) (Ech-he)
Thirty two degrees (Tsss) (Yuh, yuh)
Again, the weather is not too gentle (Tss) (Yuh, yuh)
Money lying in the street (Woo, woo)
You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up, uh