Avi x Louis Villain - Jak mam żyć? (Ft. Bonson)

[Verse 1: Avi]
The light goes out, everyone has left, it's just me and a flood of thoughts
A few minutes past one on the clock
When I get bored of rap, I’ll write poems again
What do I care about fashion, I write about what touches
My people after divorces, my people after rehab
Short path from delivery room to morgue
I came into this world naked, and I will leave with nothing
Everyone around wants to stuff their wallets
And wherever I look, I see vanity like Qohelet
I consist of broken pieces like stained glass
You’ll hurt yourself before you beat me
The psychologist told me you're not alone in the world
And since he cost two packs, what was he supposed to say?
No one has a ready answer
When hope dies, poets are born

[Chorus: Louis Villain] x2
Don't tell me how to live
'Cause I know well how and what
And no one will help me anymore
If I don't help myself, myself, myself, myself

[Verse 2: Louis Villain]
Again, I am convinced that little is certain
Brother is no longer a brother, although BSNT is tattooed
Nothing beyond that, nothing, although the roads are so winding
Someone brings flowers to mom, someone else takes mom's pension
Time flows, I don't know how many years I have left
Some people have already left, but they still live in us
Many wounds and battles, but nothing really happened
I go there, many roads, though I still know so little
I live in harmony with myself, so maybe I can achieve a lot
And surely because of these verses they want to undermine me
Some drown in booze, others drown in debts
Some prefer to buy a car, others prefer to steal it
Finesse and flair would be useful here
Here if you don’t take it for yourself, others will take it from you, you know
How to compare geniuses and amateurs
Some create appearances, others create history

[Chorus: Louis Villain]
Don't tell me how to live
'Cause I know well how and what
And no one will help me anymore
If I don't help myself, myself, myself, myself

[Verse 3: Bonson]
Five minutes to one, no one came, fucking sad
Had some pills in the cupboard, won't sleep today
Thinking fuck these relationships, swearing like an idiot
And when I get bored of rap I'll overdose again
Don't piss yourself, here's a reason, write that I'm a crybaby
Half the industry still talks about the same things, you write me off
Living in an imaginary world, and I don’t care
What the trash says about me, as long as I write, I have the will
To live, every evening one pill
And if I chase it with a drink, the world looks the most beautiful
In the hotel window, smoking a cigarette and trembling
I dial her number quickly before I unwind
Or before I fall apart, but you know
I probably won’t unwind until you scatter
And it's a vicious circle, and supposedly a beautiful one
When you look from the side, but my muscles are already hurting a bit
Hey, tell them to stop talking shit