Taco Hemingway - BXL

Driving around Brussels in my mom's car, listening to music
The future is uncertain, I don't have any plans just in case
Driving around Brussels in my mom's car, listening to music
The future is uncertain, I'm once again full of terrible thoughts

Good evening, good evening everyone
Driving a car at night, constantly thinking what you're doing
If this is the last trip I'd like to give a shout-out
To all of you who actually let me talk and listened to me
Meanwhile, I play another CD

And now I don't even know myself
Maybe someday somebody will hear my confession
And now I don't even know myself
I might need to spit a few verses once again
And now I don't even know myself
All these drinks are being filtered in my liver
Because it feels like world wants me to be sleep-deprived again

And my dreams
My dreams are still the same
A modest house, a used car with low mileage
Those are my dreams
It's no longer true I'd like to make a mil
I think it was better before I celebrated my 25th birthday
Those dreams
I would like to be as naive as Wenger
And put all my hope in a mere Danny Welbeck
I used to take the subway in Brussels
And what happened?
All until that shooting in Maelbeeku
The world is changing

Driving around Brussels in my mom's car, listening to music
The future is uncertain, I don't have any plans just in case
Driving around Brussels in my mom's car, listening to music
The future is uncertain, I'm once again full of terrible thoughts

Good evening, good evening everyone
Changing the lane, night lights flashing all over my head
Thinking about the decisions I made last spring
Should I send the EP to Asfalt, Alko, or maybe Prosto
Today thinking "Pretty fucking dope, where'd it all go?"
I don't wanna be the new Tupac, I wanna be a new Nosowska
The future is in my throat, I'm spitting a horoscope
I'm driving around sweaty, I truly miss Poland
I'd like to be cold as ice, but I'm always catching a fever

It's because of my dreams
My dreams all still the same
I want stability but I'm facing yet another changes
Everything changes
Something tells me "Write a will"
On the other hand, I guess I'm just exaggerating too much
Tragicomedy
I'm even more worried about my mom
But today, unfortunately, the fears are not shallow as before
I used to fly aeroplanes in Brussels
And what happened?
All until that shooting in Zaventem
The world is changing

Driving a car through the streets that don't want to know me
Driving a car through the streets that haunt me in dreams
Driving a car, heard the news, something's wrong again
Driving a car through the streets that don't want to know me

Driving around Brussels in my mom's car, listening to music