Dziarma - Pinokio

on the speakers of Pop Smoke
Everyone here is licking each other's ass
But it's not youporn
They're still jealous of me
Add me to your friends
DZIARMA don't trust these bitches!

You lost your purse, your phone and your dignity
The most important thing is not to fall
I'm looking down on this because I'm already too high

Please give me a hit, DZIARMA
You can't fool me
A very narrow group
Maybe a nice ass
But I don't want to listen
Don't lecture us!
Cause I'm the queen of this party
Your chick's all fucked up and she's lying
Barely moving
Insta-models are out of work without wi-fi
Yesterday, they were getting their asses kicked
Today they're big dudes
Glasses are breaking at the bar again
You just watch me dance

Wherever I go they're looking at me
Hot bitches feel the domination
I see you gathering your courage
Today is not important tomorrow
A whole room of people, and he's staring at me
Touch a guy to me and I'll break your arm myself
My personality is a lifestyle not a tool
The DZIARMA only plays on stage
(hey slow down a little bit, baby)

You only feel love after molly
You ruin my head slowly
You lack strength, you lack control
When the sun comes up, you feel how it hurts
You only feel love after molly
You ruin my head slowly
You lack strength, you lack control
When the sun comes up, you feel how it hurts

Enough of spoiled types with no plans for the future
I'm reminded of how you promised everything
You wake up after a few years
Detached from the world
And suddenly you're terrified of this reality
Watch out Pinocchio, you're growing a nose
And your spell will break when the night is over
You wooden boy
I light the fire
Life is not a fairy tale
It won't end well
So I'm getting out of here
I'd rather be at home in a tracksuit, smoking a joint
I'd rather be bored than make a mistake.
You have empty intentions
And an empty gaze.
I won't run into a splinter again.
You're on fire
All your games are dirty
All your Warsaw parties are boring
Fuck your ideas, they're derivative
And your intentions are so false And your thoughts so disastrous
Though your bottoms are nice
These words are so hard
and all these boys are fake in the whorehouse
I spit out their lies
as bitter as vodka
I'm fucking out of the party before the movie breaks

You only feel love after molly
You ruin my head slowly
You lack strength, you lack control
When the sun comes up, you feel how it hurts
You only feel love after molly
You ruin my head slowly
You lack strength, you lack control
When the sun comes up, you feel how it hurts