Taco Hemingway - 100kmh

black peugeot 407 immediately crosses the black village
i'm driving fast, thinking even faster, 100km/h
i don't know how can i bulid a family for money from songs
but i don't want a frederick. i want to get a nobel before i die
i'm the smith of my destiny, i don't blame the holy hephaestuses
i'm not going to wait, 'till every fraud pass
accuracy like i'm walking on the rope, put the ep on repeat
on your handphones and wake up next to me
compliments from rappers, in fact i don't know what to think
hands up on the concerts, no fear there
sleepy vocal from "triangle" still float remarkably
reflects with echo, but my soap bubble of hype will scram soon
slosh me solpadein please
even if i already drank 4 pills today
warsaw triangle has edged salons
so i'm like the cowboy from the spaghetti western
with a destrier, we're running stubbornly
so listen how i sing from 0 to 100
'cause it's all about it, you need to keep it on repeat
half of the century has passed
the memory is jagged like the image of a videotape
i'm listening to the beat of your heart by a mangy stereo
it's the end of the performance. it was "a deal about creation"

('t' like thaddeus
'a' like alina
'c' like celine
'o' like olga
it is!)