OKI - Zapamiętam

[Verse]
(47) It's the sixth of December in seventeen one, raised in a cage seventeen, divide it by two (47)
Now I'm writing the second verse, it's twenty one twenty six (47)
I'm drinking water, I'm writing you the last number for the project, even though everything's finished (A-a)
I'm opening up more and more, I don't know how the fuck I'm doing it, after all the trunk didn't open by itself without a key (47)
I remember how on the album with Nearr I was supposed to be in the back, those fucking nine tens (47)
I remember how I wound it up and I remember how they gave me a tenner more to half of the albums (47)
I remember how they said it was so I wouldn't be in the red, and that it was stupid, and that why, and that no, you don't have to
I remember how something like that fucking chokes you with emotion (47)
I remember every broken pawn after the concert
I remember every hate, every failure and every lie in the face that I would never lie thinking about it now
I remember the times when I couldn't get up from behind the computer
I remember everyone at home crying, leaving the house scared
I wouldn't tell any of you about it before (No!)
I remember every moment of inspiration, each of them is always a matter of inclination
(You know) You know, I always wanted to end up where my idols are
I think similarly to them, it's conscious, I won't become like them (No!)
I always wanted to do my own thing
I remember when I played the first project
I did the cover with Mom, Dad played it in the car
That's fucking support
And that's why I won't fucking stop playing (Ey)
Be someone or die, live in it or in a coffin
Live in it or who the fuck knows
Let's do this shit, guys, even if I have to lose a lot
They gave a price, for the price they would give up their goals, when I value in the distance
A little more than a phrase or a sound (What?)
This is supposed to fucking move, look how this Hip-Hop is done
So I lock myself in my house or car
I write these verses on a piece of paper
On my phone, anything at the end, you'd understand, bro
That I burn for a moment and then I'll fade away like Skip
The important thing is that I do this shit and you won't accuse me of anything
I have hope, you know, at least for now (What?)
Like hopes, when I lay down the verses (What?)
Hopelessness, when I was scrolling through all the phrases for this album
Nothing was sitting right with me, still nothing is sitting right
Even this shit I'm writing now, I think I'm fucking this album, you know

[Outro]
I want you to know that every time I do a project, at the end I don't like anything from it, apparently that's normal, I don't know, just know that if it wasn't for the preorder, I probably wouldn't have released this album, so...
Best wishes!