Adi Nowak - Luka

Verse 1
Taxi driver with the smell of cigs
They call him Old Gold
He says nothing, and the direction is the club
Old benz, please go where is noisy.

Taxi driver with the smell of life
Tired eyes, indifferent vision
Silent - hardly breathing
And there's some nasty song on the radio.

He's probably thinking of something, like here after stimulating the counter.
Oh, no, no, I won't be fooled
Road to me from the center quarter
Sir, don't be slower than faster

Said the artist about the smell of "joint"
Malicious "Good" taxi driver recanted
Taxi driver with hands damaged by work
And he thought what a stupid banana carrier man in cords

But he doesn't know the passenger gets paid
And he doesn't know it's not mommy and dad.
And he doesn't know it's not for nothing, but for something
Damn, mister, what made you so seduced by style?

Chorus
(Hey) Again some man on me gap
(Hey) Started with a haircut and ended up with shoes.
They want to see, they want to smell
But tell me why they won't listen to me.

Verse 2
Selector with the smell of "power"
Triceps carved from nailing a stamp
Dance Fridays we have in our time
But hey, hey, hey, man, you're not going to get in this kicks.

Selector about the smell of evidence checking
You know, this kind of work, young man, go home.
She explains verbally to him, but he's pushy.
So suddenly comes the moment of applying the method

"That bouncer is a bully," he thought.
The victim when he regained consciousness
A crystal was given under the nose
Now leads the monologue to the wall
Something about the power that came to him
No longer the passenger, is everything okay?
And he's like, "Do you have a problem?" "Cunt with a knot?"
And no longer the passenger has deduced
Unanimously in the negative to both questions
The selector about the scent of the gate and sorted me out
And I just wanted to dance Egurrol.
What do I tell him I'm Adi Nowak
Or something like: meet me first and judge me later

Chorus
(Hey!) Again some man on me gap
(Hey!) Started with a haircut and ended up with shoes.
They want to see, they want to smell
I don't smell, I don't look
Don't fit here

Verse 3
There's nothing like an illusion
As I sometimes am
Sometimes I do a little rap.
Sometimes I cry out to the gate that I'm playing tonight
Anyway, an artist with the scent of "stage fright" walks into the club.
There's a guy onstage who smells like, "what are you looking at?"
Even though he looks half-naked
Like he didn't pay any attention.
Under it bourgeois or proletarian
Is it just Marcin, Włodek, or K. Cichopek
Will he turn before I blink an eye
Does it little longer
Does he keen on on nice top
Does he requires very good
Does he smoke joints with bath salts
Gets not good mark
Is he in the mat-phiz, bio-chem class?
Does meet cool knowledge
Does whistles for progress
And packs the head into nonsense
Does he like to ski in Saltlake and enjoy sports
Does he prefer vile comedowns
Saturday mornings
I don't like people because they can't.
But I love them too much not to teach them.
Look, people are different because they're different.
When someone looks at you
You can crumble blindly and fuck this
Another man on me lu-lu-lu-lu-lu-lu
Started with a haircut and ended up boo-boo-boo-boo
They want ob-bo, they want su-wo
But tell me why they don't want me after słu-su-su-su

Chorus
(Hey!) Again some man on me gap
(Hey!) Started with a haircut and ended up with shoes.
They want to see, they want to smell
But tell me why they won't listen to me.

(Hey!) Again some man on me gap
(Hey!) Started with a haircut and ended up with shoes.
They want to see, they want to smell
I don't smell, I don't look
Doesn't fit here