Tijuana [English translation]

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