Z.B.U.K.U - Droga Sąsiadko

[Intro]
-And that musician again..Did you call the cooperative?
-I called
-and what?
-and nothing.
-and did you call the police?
-I called.
-and what?
-It is not the same institution anymore, Barbara.
-i'll show it to this rascal

[Verse 1: Zbuku]
A neighbor thinks I'm selling heroine.
Homies keeps scrolling as if I'm a dealer
I got a sentence for it
There are many such like me in my city
Guys with no prospects, but they have goals
Her smile is my oxygen. I take him deep in my lungs
Same as thc - I'm not going to quit
Even though the neighbor keeps looking at me through the hole in the door
As if I was selling a cokaine from El Chapo in hundrets, eh

[Pre-Chorus: Zbuku]
I don't feel too much anymore
In my heart I have the values that they despise so much today
Whatever happened, I'm walking with my guard up
you should hold my hand like we were tango dancing

and let's not look at them anymore, let them call the police
let them come in here by the door and let us not look at them anymore
because the world maybe is beautiful, but people are whores

[Chorus]
Dear Neighbor Today you will not go to sleep
maybe a wall separates us, but rap will connect us
Dear neighbor, you know it's not like that
You know I'm a good boy only around so much bad
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey

[Verse 2: Zbuku]
I think my neighbor thinks I'm a thief,
some stolen cars keep driving into the area
I do not have a judgment for this, many of my homies has
guys with no prospects but they have their goals
in the garage I share with my homie and break it into parts
the lines i'm about to put on this loop
although the neighbor's mind is only confused
because I don't go to work, and I have more money than my neighbor, baby

[Pre-Chorus]
I don't feel too much because we're going into space,
in the end you can say, star,
whatever happens, the lie will not become the truth
you hold my hand like you've caught my lasso
and let's not look at them anymore, let them call the police
let them come in here by the door and let us not look at them anymore
because who we are we choose ourselves

[Chorus] x2
Dear Neighbor Today you will not go to sleep
maybe a wall separates us, but rap will connect us
Dear neighbor, you know it's not like that
You know I'm a good boy only around so much bad
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey
So much bad, so much bad, so much bad, ey