PRO8L3M - V8

There is no excise band on the bottle, no clumps at the bottom of the foil
She prefers the hefty ones, then clubs, first molly
There are patrols, Yanosik is on, you can't handle these amounts
On the streets, Eskimoses, are you puking? It's beyond your capabilities
Choices like on Ceneo, lots of guys, WWA, Mondeo
What's up? Feeling a bit tense? Don't heat up, some testosterone
Yellows like strobes, damn smile, they're taking photos
No bag, it's all sulking, I've told you, it's damn peas

x2
Fast lane, because I'm slowly losing it
She seems nice, looks like Jessica Alba
Someone's gone on a binge, someone's debt is being returned, someone's karma
Extreme lane, pedal to the metal, not listening to ballads, dude

Pitstop, to fill up with Verva at the station
Dude asks "half fill, or full"?
Hey, got on my nerves
You, maybe go order half a glass of tea
One in the morning, I'm after dinner
That's how you roll, dude, in the city
Your nose itches, then it's in the muscle
They work all year for the middle pocket
Passing one and it's flexy
Next to six dudes rotting in a Nexia
Messi higher up on a banner
Listening to trance, drinking Pepsi
Easy to get rid of the money
Courts, flights, squats, lawsuits
Smoky nostril inlets
Boot and a damn flash

x2
Fast lane, because I'm slowly losing it
She seems nice, looks like Jessica Alba
Someone's gone on a binge, someone's debt is being returned, someone's karma
Extreme lane, pedal to the metal, not listening to ballads, dude