Mata - Patoreakcja

[Intro]:
At 3:30 p.m. Solar and Białas, assisted by security guards, police and city guards, appeared at the high school named by Batory in Warsaw. Their visit lasted less than 15 minutes and did not interrupt the SAT exams, which were taking place at the same time.
[Verse 1]:
I got up as usual in the morning and it turned out that the world fucked up. Phones keeps ringing on and on
My homies's mobiles keep ringing and won't stop
They want to know everything about me, everything about my songs
Pissed off, Headmistress goes to and fro in the secretary's office
And he is thinking about the punishment for me for that
I'm a pissed young boy
I'm a broken young boy
I was lying in a suede coat on Emilia Plater
And the homeless bought me tea so that I would not freeze
I saw coca and saw Xanax
How we played poker without clothes in junior high
It's fucked up, but I'm lying on the floor waiting for punishment
Eyes bloodshot as if I got gas
Half a liter per head washed down with a brewery
My homie is me... Please don't tell my mom that
[Refren]:
Traplife(Whoo) M.A.T., the unruly
If not for a licensed poet, a reformatory would be waiting for me
WWA, big boy, I only hear 'blah, blah' (the unruly)
Ay, that's my path response (ay, ay, ay)
This is my patho-feedback (MAT, the unruly)
Ay, that's my patho-feedback (ay, ay)
This is my ... uh (MAT, Young Matczak)
This is my patho-feedback
[Verse 2]:
TV called my mum, TV ladies invited her to breakfast at Polsat
They want to know everything her, everything about my songs, you won't get it anyway
Radio ZET is waiting at school for the last bell with a camera and a microphone
They ask about us and whether we trade mephedrone, then a quick interview with the deputy director
Someone threatens me with a libel suit, and someone with a protocol
I'm not feeling well, fucking me
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
You moron why are you doing this, frustrated mothers write to me in DM about demoralization
Their children and families, and I'm just telling you how they live, you told them how to do it
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 bloke knows your son, so what the fuck are you
To my parents, what would you do to me as a 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 sit in the cottage and eat dumplings
Under the tea blanket like baby Yoda, I read Fakt because my mug is under the cover
,,Przekrój" and Vogue, the paparazzi horde wants to take us to get us
[Refren]:
Traplife(Whoo) M.A.T., the unruly
If not for a licensed poet, a reformatory would be waiting for me
WWA, big boy, I only hear 'blah, blah' (the unruly)
Ay, that's my path response (ay, ay, ay)
This is my patho-feedback (MAT, the unruly)
Ay, that's my patho-feedback (ay, ay)
This is my ... uh (MAT, Young Matczak)
This is my patho-feedback
[Verse 3]:
Some Kacper wrote to me that I am a fucking banana tree
As Peja appreciated, he deleted the message in this app
And I only had a banana on my face
I take a photo in Żabka and in Biedronka
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 idiot media scandal, ay
You know what their vile 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 WOS - F, French - F
Polish language - two with a minus, because hardly anyone 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 knowledge about society, Polish (naura)
I made a swing because I don't like the rules
The French language and the F and the F and the F and the French magazine wrote about me
Super Nanny and your masseur
Stupid whores froth from their mouths
A week to 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 run wild
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
Next year I will buy a billboard for Manhattan like Ebbasta Sfera
Pato-progenitor
Countries, continents, cities - I will visit with a team like Bilbo and Zlatan
They heard us everywhere, 33 - waka-waka
40 thousand people under the scene, and they saw in us only a crazy guy, stupid guy and unpredictable guy
We will play in Tokyo, London, Toronto like Baka
The land is a roundabout, I drift into it like Sonik Rafał on Dakar
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 sweeps (haha, ay, brrah)