Postcard from Warsaw, summer 2k19. Cheers
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh
Thirty-two degrees
The weather isn't treating us too kindly again
Not everything that shines is golden
But everything that Midas touches turns to gold
Thirty-two degrees
The weather isn't treating us too kindly again
Money is laying on the street
You just have to notice it to pick it up
Warsaw like Tijuana
I wake up at nine, play a beat right away
I'm on the screens until midnight
I check the news to see if there was a bombing
And instead I see Cristian's new haircut
Don't facetime me today because I don't have anything planned
So much heat, Warsaw like a roasting pot
Dude, bro, I'm not leaving, today it's bathtub only
Hiding myself the same way I'd hide marijuana
I'm laying in the bathtub listening to Maanan CDs
"Our love is like opium"
She's Grace Jones and I'm Indiana
Peugeot's body is sizzling
I wake up in the morning for the KP Kozia1 match
Call me Fifi Inzaghi
Might've been three goals but there's been like eight chances, how shameful
Thirty-two degrees
The weather isn't treating us too kindly again
Not everything that shines is golden
But everything that Midas touches turns to gold
Thirty-two degrees
The weather isn't treating us too kindly again
Money is laying on the street
You just have to notice it to pick it up
Midas must've touched my neck
I wonder when he's going to touch my album
If I can't share any good moments with them then I record CDs about them
I lay down, look, Instastory
The beautiful lives there are truly all lies
I smoke joints like car tires
My furniture is shoeboxes
Thirty-two degrees, the dresscode is flip-flops
Wear the same clothes to both banquets and Żabka2
Used to go from one flat to the next
Nowadays I prefer a jacuzzi at the top floor
Bonnie and Clyde, I stole the sun for you but in summer you prefer cold wine
And I have this private paradise with you, all other girls turned out to be sluts
Thirty-two degrees
The weather isn't treating us too kindly again
Not everything that shines is golden
But everything that Midas touches turns to gold
Thirty-two degrees
The climate isn't treating us too kindly again
Money is laying on the street
You just have to notice it to pick it up
Thirty-two degrees, I was standing by the forty-second floor's window
Twenty-four hours everyday at work
After 11pm I drive the car
New Michael Jordan, but as a rapper
Four, eight, two, two, area code
Four, four, she's calling from London
I'm Agent 47 with a barcode on my head
Thirty-two degrees
The climate isn't treating us too kindly again
Not everything that shines is golden
But everything that Midas touches turns to gold
Thirty-two degrees
The weather isn't treating us too kindly again
Money is laying on the street
You just have to notice it to pick it up
1. Amateur football club that Taco is a part of2. Popular chain of convenience stores in Poland