[Verse 1: Białas]
My mother was passing my room, I was waiting for the food
Hearing me talking to myself, she pressed the door handle
Terrified that her beloved son was born sick
And I was preparing acapella for remix
We've always been seen as a slight deviation
And it would be cool if someone discovered drugs for it
For people, my success is a provocation
Because they look at my hands and see that I have nothing written in the stars
Story cards - only dust lies on them
And I'll leave tattoos on them - I'm right there
Hеre, when you start talking about dreams
This suspiciously covеrs her face like a hawker
Every second person is afraid of risk
Rap Einstein, wait for our physicist
I'm glad I'm not talking about hunger and poverty anymore
I rapped about everything, even water and bread
And one thing I can say is "It was worth it"
Although today are times forgotten, like ... exactly, how what?
Why the thread of understanding, which then united us all
Broke? Are we so far apart?
But despite this rush, I wake up smiling
I wake up and I know no one will rap better
I blindly believe in myself, which is why I resent me everywhere
Do you want to drive me out? Fire up the beat - I have to go right now
My mother was passing my room, I was waiting for the food
Hearing me talking to myself, she pressed the door handle
Terrified that her beloved son was born sick
And I was preparing acapella for remix
We've always been seen as a slight deviation
And it would be cool if someone discovered drugs for it
For people, my success is a provocation
Because they look at my hands and see that I have nothing written in the stars
Story cards - only dust lies on them
And I'll leave tattoos on them - I'm right there
Hеre, when you start talking about dreams
This suspiciously covеrs her face like a hawker
Every second person is afraid of risk
Rap Einstein, wait for our physicist
I'm glad I'm not talking about hunger and poverty anymore
I rapped about everything, even water and bread
And one thing I can say is "It was worth it"
Although today are times forgotten, like ... exactly, how what?
Why the thread of understanding, which then united us all
Broke? Are we so far apart?
But despite this rush, I wake up smiling
I wake up and I know no one will rap better
I blindly believe in myself, which is why I resent me everywhere
Do you want to drive me out? Fire up the beat - I have to go right now
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