Taco Hemingway - Makarena Freestyle

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
I'm driving my car through Warsaw, listening to Edyta Bartosiewicz
They tell me 'go to therapy now' (ho?), I don't know what it's supposed to change
I don't know what some medicine man will tell me that Miss Jenny won't tell me
The lungs do a beautiful pirouette (what?), like macarena

[Verse: Taco Hemingway]
The iPhone purrs, but it's still not you
I look in the mirror, and there's quite a moron
How come it's that idiot that they put on wallpapers
Black and white is not chess, for me it's more like a finish flag
Fuck views race, had to make a pit stop
Today promotion of every song is - 'record a TikTok for this'
I felt like a boomer thinking (ho) 'this ain't hip-hop'
Although I grew up in the days when ringtone was king
Maybe it's time to quit, I catch the flu on every tour
I will play my last play in August, the treatment will last until October
I push the release date a day every time a fan asks me
At the moment, the break is fifteen years, I will do it like Edyta
I'm continuously flying through purgatory, I wanted to play rap and live off YouTube
I'm an alien to teenagers, I listened to files from foobar
The associate asks again, 'Dude, can I pay with cash?'
You have to help yourself in Poland, because the tax office is watching
I'll go far, believe me, I don't have to walk over dead bodies
I have no words left, all I have is an SUV, your nudes are just boring
In '07 I was hiding stuff, then only a hundred on the account
I was like a cowboy in exile because only Rumak believed in me
They invited me to the assembly (ha?), it's a prideful fun
They wanted me to say 'Thank you' in the auditorium, where every teacher just scolded me
I will sign every item for my fans, I'm like Andrzej Duda
But when you hit the studio then it's 'move bitch, get out the way' like Luda (Luda)
I don't know where I am today, I've got thousand on my bill again
It's not IKEA, I'm paying for the table, family tree, you won't be hanging
I'm tired of the heat like a motherfucker, I'm waiting for autumn to fall off the leaf
I thought I wouldn't write a hit when 'Kiss cam' was on Eska
The guitar is playing like in 'Desperado', I have no flaws, because I am a flaw
You want to talk to a guy with a heart, then talk to me a decade ago
Every day a threesome, because I sleep with money, I'm a faithful mongrel, I'm an Azor dog
I used to say that this world is PE, now to SKS I pull up in a S-class
I'm shaking Warsaw up like Deyna's goal, powiedz gościowi, że potrzebuję całej zapłaty
It's a pity that there's F in the register, so I see nonames on the denominations
I serve three million ears a month, it's not a call center
I got a studio underground, więc nie wchodź, it's not a game, homie, it's not Tomb Raider
It's not Tony Hawk and it's not Pro Skater
Bro, don't cut me off like a crossfader
I'm extra, extra, I'm Polfejder
Zarobię milion, do zoba później, ziomy
I always listen to what the hater tells me
Because I'll draw a conclusion, then I'll do better
It's been like this for a decade, I've been throwing my word into the ether
But getting younger, give me a new PESEL (hey!)
Getting younger with age, tell me, man, who does it better?
I'm young Taco, that is young boss, I'm a young dude, this is my new essay
Getting younger with age, tell me, man, who does it better?
Tell me, who knows how to rap dozens of lines in one take?
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
I-I'm driving my car through Warsaw, listening to Edyta Bartosiewicz
They tell me 'go to therapy already', I don't know what is going to change that
I don't know what some medicine man will tell me that Miss Jenny won't tell me
The lungs do a beautiful pirouette (what?), like macarena

[Outro: Taco Hemingway]
Ooooh macarena, ooooohhh macarena
Such style, such stress, such price
Ooooh macarena, ooooohhh macarena
Taco was, Taco is, Taco is gone (is gone, is gone, is gone...)