Taco Hemingway - Tijuana (feat. Kizo)

[Intro: Dawid Podsiadło]
Postcard from Warsaw, summer of 2k19. Cheers

[Kizo]
Oh! Oh! Oh-oh

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
Thirty two degrees
The weather is rough yet again
Not everything shiny must be gold
But what must be gold is what's touched by Midas (Tsss)

Thirty two degrees
The weather is rough yet again
The money is on the streets
But you must see it first to pick it up

[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway]
Warsaw is like Tijuana (Oh)
I get up at 9am, I play the beat in the morning (Oh)
I'm on the phone 25/8
Checking the news to see if there were any attacks today
But all I see is Cristiano Ronaldo's new haircut
Don't FaceTime me today, because I have nothing in plans
So much heat, Warsaw is like a roasting pan
Mate, mate I don't come out, mate, today I'm bathing
I hide like hidden marijuana
I'm lying in the bath, listening to Maanam records
"Our love is like opium" ayy
She is Grace Jones and I am Indiana
The exterior is sizzling on a Peugeot (Tss)
In the morning I get up for the match of KP Kozia (Tss)
You can call me Inzaghi
I mean I did score 3 goals, but missed like 8 sitters (shame)

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway]
Thirty two degrees
The weather is rough yet again
Not everything shiny must be gold
But what must be gold is what's touched by Midas (Tsss)

Thirty two degrees
The weather is rough yet again
The money is on the streets
But you must see it first to pick it up

[Verse 2: Kizo]
Midas must've touched my neck (Mmm, hmm)
Curious when will he touch the record (Uh-huh)
If I can't have a good time with them, I record albums about it
Laying down, I look, an Instastory
Beautiful lives are there, that's absolute bollocks
I smoke (joints) like wheels smoke (tyres)
My furniture is cardboard boxes after shoes (Yuh, yuh)
Thirty two degrees, dresscode is flip-flops
I visit banquets dressed like I was going to get grocery
I used to go from one stairway to another
Today I prefer the jacuzzi there on the last floor
Bonnie and Clyde
I'd steal the sun for you, but you like cold wine in the summer
And I'm in a private paradise with you
As every other girl turned out to be a whore (Kizo, oh!)

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, Kizo]
Thirty two degrees
The weather is rough yet again
Not everything shiny must be gold
But what must be gold is what's touched by Midas (Tsss)

Thirty two degrees
The climate is rough yet again
The money is on the streets
But you must see it first to pick it up

[Bridge: Taco Hemingway]
Thirty two degrees
I stood in the window at the forty-second floor
I'm in my job 24 hours a day
After 11pm I'm driving a car (Brrt-brrt)
The new Michael Jordan but he's singing rap (singing rap)
Four-eight-two-two is the area code (area code)
Four-four is calling, she is calling, London (Uh-huh)
Got bar codes on your head, like forty-seven, ungh (Oh!)

[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, Kizo]
Thirty two degrees
The weather is rough yet again
Not everything shiny must be gold
But what must be gold is what's touched by Midas (Tsss)

Thirty two degrees
The climate is rough yet again
The money is on the streets
But you must see it first to pick it up