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A Track About Bullshitting Ladies (First...)
Peace for the real squads in Słubice
Where you usually get vodka on the streets
Vodka? If vodka, buy it from Kedyf
A rapper, who's dying working at a grocery store
Get the Czerwona Kartka [vodka brand], Cola and get the fuck out
To the Friendship Square, local central park
We poured booze into coke, some lady was passing by
I asked for a cigarette, she didn't even look at me, she was too cool for that

Let it go boy, better give me vodka in cola
There was a golden autumn, I was cold wearing jacket
Me and my urge were waiting
I was wating for a girl that is a philantropist here
I knew her from primary school, I remember that incident
She gave me her number, I felt awkward because of my own shame
She texted me then "Sorry, i have a terribly runny nose"
She pissed on a kiddo in old, dirty Nike shoes

We were wearing Superstars then
That summer Maanam was recording "Hotel Nirvana" album
I was reaching nirvana in a club by the school of physical education
I was 16, I had a beer and a cause of taken breath
She was older than me and had dreadlocks, I was looking at here like an imbecile
Dreadlocks, then it could impress, now it's just funny
She had some punk friends, I walked up wearing white sneakers
Her only conversation was "fuck off, kid"

Even worse bullshit is the internet, get it?
A year ago I was talking with one girl on a chatroom
She was eloquent, she was shooting adverts for Wedel [Polish chocolate brand]
She sent me her photo, her life motto "I love Emrat"
You know, she was looking for a sponsor like Pierre Cardin
She couldn't leave me in peace, she was writing "i want you"
Until the day I was suppose to meet her
She didn't want it, she prefered to keep being an internet phantom

Girls, sometimes you can bullshit them, sometimes not
First, don't get it too seriously if she doesn't treat you well
Some bitches are vain, they're just too cool
Some bitches are lose, they're really lose

I met her at some techno party
She was covering her breast just like Janet Jackson
I wanted to buy her a beer for 7zł
But she said no, because she preferred alcopops
I thought that bitches like that are just rumours
That it's just a stereotype of a greedy bitch
I thought that it will be enough if I'll crack her riddle
But her crack-up was cash or psychotropics

I remember a good friend of mine, she was enslaved by alcohol
For vodka and cola every dude was fucking her
I told her: slow down baby, alcohol is not a good relax
This fake sponsoring is well known now
She was pale, almost sleeping, she didn't want to listen
Her hands were looking for my dick
Listen carefully homie, I got really pissed then
I went away from the bar, I skipped those trends

Girlfriend of my then friend introduced her to me
That girl was looking, oomph damnit ultra
I was hooked on her like a guy in Przybora's "Cafe Sułtan"
She was talking about her pussy and nipples, she was like Kamasutra
Queen of life, result of the so called permissive parenting
Suddenly she says "I have a caprice, move a little"
Her [female] friend sat next to her and they started making out
I think I could have had her, I could, like in a movies

It once happend to me in a certain music store
I had some money, I wanted to relieve myself
I look, and some chick I know is looking at me
Looking in a way that made me freeze
Her eyes were sending a demand, an instruction for my testicles
I put away the records, I breathed in quickly
She even quicker went to the exit
Her boyfriend drove in in a Ford - a showman with slippery tracksuit

Girls, sometimes you can bullshit them, sometimes not
First, don't get it too seriously if she doesn't treat you well
Some bitches are vain, they're just too cool
Some bitches are lose, they're really lose

Dedicated for the homies that have problems
For those homies that are going through traumas
That have a problem that Shawn Carter does not have
And are getting closer to the problem than James Brown to funk
They get jammed at their houses, getting into romanticism
Because girls is not a reason to be totally teared up
Pierced through like that singer Fisz
Better write a letter to her
You know whose fans can keep forgetting for years
Instead of whining get yourself someone
Because break ups and so on is at best a reason
To not drink without a reason again, feel it homie

Move your head, free your head and walk up to her
She's just got ass and tits, ass and tits don't bite
Walk up