Taco Hemingway - Toskania Outro

[Verse 1]
Only for us, this pool in Tuscany
Heathers all-around, so don’t you worry about your bra
When I was 18 years of age I wanted to enter the military
Two years later I wanted to be lying six feet under you
How many verses I wrote in my notes
Attacks of panic not so rare these days
So many months that I was disappearing drunk each two days
I’d like to change before I speak to you for the last time
But not so fast, I’m trying to redefine masculinity
To teach dudes that it’s great when they yearn
That they don’t have to strangle when they have sex with her
That when for aggression it’s responded with aggression
It’s like putting out burning oil with water
I’m closing my eyes, cause I’m missing the old calmness
When back as a kid radio was playing Kaya’s hits
And although everyone denied, in their houses listened to Ich Troje
They’ve sold around 700k copies of their fourth album
It's four Małomiasteczkowy and an added Soma
Everyone falls from the top eventually, I pity for Michał
But its because they don’t teach as about money at school
It's not what they want, you are better off as a docile consumer
That you are never a competitor
That you live and die by equal sheep rush
I had succeeded, because I were lucky
A grand in the bank, and the release is 2k
Now a great rapper, cause his father gave him the second grand
And how many mothers don’t even have anything to put into the pot
How many musicians today drive in the tariffs
How many painters sit in call centers today
How many talents were killed in such way
Today I’m bowing before you in gratitude

[Bridge]
People, I wanted to be
Things, I wanted to have
Places, I wanted to visit
Are no longer relevant (Are no longer relevant)
When I hear you breathe
Drugs, I were to take
Lies, I were to tell
Cars, I were to drive
Are no longer relevant (Are no longer relevant)
When I hear your breath

[Verse 2]
I’m waking up on another continent
Thank God I don’t have to dream about the weekend
And I will be thankful to my fans for the rest of my life
But I no longer meet with fans after concerts
Paparazzi are photographing me covertly
But I’m not looking for them, they are everywhere – like air
This doesn’t make any sense, my face on Pudelek
I wish I did not care about any of that
They’re writing I wanted to boost my sells with fame
And fame is fragile, you can earn in Vegas more surely
But I’m not complaining
I’m like a bot’s comment, I don’t care about money
And I’m not coming off from my computer
In ’14 I never cared about sells
Only manager I had was the Football Manager
It's the naive [people] that the industry lurks
It is a sad subject
Organizer makes million, gives a grand to the musician
Here comes a rapper from the US, everyone’s hospitable
You won’t make money here, than someone else will
If you want that cash from royalties, listen, you need to yank it out
And with the dodges, ZAiKS’s rather agile

[Verse 3]
Friends, with whom I cooked crack in Los Santos
Then, I never knew they too will fall into shit
I visited them after years, they still hit the bucket
And fly around with ganja, sometimes steal a little
He has a new flat, cause the bailiff took the other one
Grandpa had a flat, thank God he died recently
Lend me Fifi, it’s for locksmith, I'll return it in march - you know me
He won’t give it back now, for these verses it was always worth
For a while he had a decent income, but you know the outcome
He was robbed in front of his block [of flats] by some idiot with a gun
It’s a pity, he was smart, but he fell into that shit
In California he’d be making millions in Palo Alto
But in Grochów all he does is drinking with his friend
He’d probably be mad that I’m putting this in outro
I talk to emigrants, everyone makes things clear
They say they love [Poland], but it’s not worth coming back