Kartky - Laura Palmer

It's the mysteries of Twin Peaks, I lost her somewhere there
I don't care about others,
we don't know each other as much (x2)
When nights are cold, and I still wander
with my finger on the map of a sky
Maybe you can tell me which way to go,
when we'll meet me someday,
I dont think so...

[Verse1]
When we'll meet there someday, what then
you'll remind me of grams?
Or that shawty, that we decided to record
When she was leaning against the wall
You're lucky, that you were doped up
My head is where it's supposed to be buddy
I've got a grip, it's no sorcery
I've got an idea how to make you see nightmares
And I've got my head screwed on the right way
For example what to bake and when you call
it's gonna say 'Yeah sure'
And after quick ten, we already stand in the gates
We see fellows in the same clothes
Because I brought clothes and ticket
And I bought shoes for the summer,
and I run in them the second winter
They're good guys, that either they never gave up
Or broke free from addictions and want to take God off fire
Or they're shitheads like Roguś
Room in the haze of cigarettes,
and she runs in amuck like a purebred bitch
I ask her nothing, because I see her heels on the step
Her hands around her thigh
These lobbies are pathetic and they're not amusing
for a long time now
And whoever does hip-hop is misleading
And jerks off under old legals
Young brats came from the country and now carry journals
And they want to cause crazy scandals in love
in the dark night
And when high teens are dancing somewhere nearby
And guys are fighting, because that one liked me, hey
And they're watching because another guy
has came with different brand
And so every day goes by for them...

[Chorus]
Where's Laura Palmer?
I was certain, I'll find her
Who killed my Laura Palmer?
Be certain, I'll fucking find him
I killed Laura Palmer yesterday
And nothing really was going on
Her eyes are dead now
I killed Laura Palmer yesterday

[Verse 2]
In winter or summer, this bitch has a patent
Her color is emerald, fuck off, she has paper and master
In winter or summer, this bitch makes effort
Follows these cool babes on insta
And she tries to be the same
It's version 2.0, imprinted on photocopying,
somewhere at the dorms in Katowice
If pressure is a price, you don't need much
to be afraid of shadows on the sidewalks
When she got here with wheels from her old man
Don't ask, she has a friend here and there will be
big rage, look how I dance
Welcome to Katowice
In winter or summer, this bitch makes effort
She knows drugs and listens to Frank Ocean,
she is not so old
She isn't looking for a type in the Big Star T-shirt
Unless it's ReTo, got sauce and has coke today
And laughs out loud, goes with his friend under bridge
It was nice, because Miuosh wasn't playing
Fucking classic "live the moment", count the clouds
No change, and open wine
And paint my gray world with colors, but with ultramarine
Now probably Pomka and Spiżowi run on Mariacka
And I see how she pulls the guy on the loop
and soon its gray hands wrap around him
You know I see it from behind window,
when I chase peleton, long time since at a finish line
It's a quick five minutes for the barrel in the "Binocular" before they catch us
When the dust falls and things catches up on them
I'm already far, far, far away
In the land of darkness, where shadows covered the nights
I control smaller evil, I have its flow
In sea of applause, Dj plays Mobbyn again
In the mist, thick as milk, you'll find home
And so the days go by for them, fire and bottom at a scale

[Bridge]
Where the fuck I walk around the city like
a vampire from Sosnowiec
Though I'm still a fucking black sheep in district
When the candelabrum ignites,
you'll only see the shadow of my [?]
And time will come to part
And time will come for us to part, tonight
And time will come for us to part
And time will come for us to part, to part, to part
Fucked up I run away when I saw her naked
And him next to her and they were like
enchanted background, painted evil
Verdi's opera in the background
I stood like a fucked up, 'cause I had storm in my head
It persuaded me to evil, but stuff has slowed me down
but stuff has slowed me down

[Chorus]

Where's Laura Palmer?