Kabriolety [English translation]

I like cabriolets, an expensive car but I pour in cheap diesel

I go "vroom, vroom" my lady screams "oh my!"

Tequila, sex, marijuana, all cheap pleasures

But in summer my head can't think of anything specific

Too bad, that's just my fetish

Too bad, that's my appetite

When I was seventeen I would smoke grams and sachets

Not so much recently, but the vibe is the same as back then

Open your wallet check if you have enough for cigarettes

Two, three, eight, aw, sadly not enough

My people are like Martens boots

Your people are like velcro Nike

I see them when I go to parties in Warsaw

I used to be trapped at house by satanic verses

I have to wake up early because my schedule is full

But you won't find out about it from some cheap newspaper, no

I keep driving and change gears

I keep driving

I mix half vodka and half soda in a cup

A drink that I will cure with black coffee in the morning

Igi calls me, paparazzi caught us again - sucks

Us with the squad, thank God they blurred our faces

They chase us in a cavalcade

I wear a tracksuit, they want to catch me wearing some Balenciaga

They write, zoom in, and stare at my flaws

But they won't write about how me and my friend sold out a stadium

July's buses behind the window

159 cruises through the city here

I think about how I used to ride it to my highschool

I feel moved thinking about it when I'm hungover

I like when ice gets crushed a lot

I like people, I like loud, I hate silence

I like certain things1, I don't like predicting

I want to progress through my road, I don't like hesitating

Everyone who has to know, knows it well, I don't have to say it

If you're not my friend I don't have to like you

I have to buy real estate, not vodka

I don't get into car crashes anymore like doctor Lubicz2

This isn't "Playing Manly"3 boy, it's not corporate music

Not minivans but oldschool Volvo cruisin'

If you're listening to this in a car then drive slowly, cousin

Rest in peace, young Leh4, may your soul rest in peace

I keep driving and change gears

I keep driving

I think I'll make a third verse again, and then fourth, you know

I like nights that end in consternation, you know

When I get fined and when they steal my wallet, so

I'm sad that I haven't been punched in my face in a long time

I like when bottles break in a club

When alcoholics babble to each other sadly

I like, I like when various walls break in people

Fat-slim clouds above Warsaw are forecasting a fight

Tottenham didn't win, I'm pouring myself a lot of vodka

I smoke a blunt, I take a sip, pour another round

But this existence would be much emptier without sadness

I've seen a lot in my life but never a bitch in the mirror

I wake up half past five, Gucci Mane wakes me up

I feel like Bruce Wayne but I don't wake her up

Rock you, rock you like a hurricane

Studio day today

Wait, wait for me with rum, I'll be late babe

I keep driving and change gears

I keep driving (Shhh)

Fifi is making progress, beating records as if they owed me money

I'll find my way silently, I won't ask, and won't get lost

When I shave, the media cries after my damned mustache

Water after a drink, and only then a drink again

I am Bonaparte, and she's my Josephine

My rocket out of your league

With my rocket I play Rocket League

I drink wine at Saint-Gilles, call me Saint-Philippe

Mobb Deep is playing, I'm reading Moby Dick

A$AP Rocky with Moby is playing, I'm making another hit

They say "street" and "homies" but it's just sesame street

I keep driving and change gears

I keep driving

I want a cabriolet in my garage, not a maluch

I work for it on my own

I do cardio like Paluch

I don't despise anybody, I keep my guard up

I scream my head off for fans

I pick up a very expensive glass

I check my bank balance the next day

I have some expensive furniture, a few new paintings

But still the same faces around me, for years the same friends

At school friendships were more important to me

I can tell you that right away

Because I didn't care about the atomic number of potassium

In a country where people hate their own neighbors

"Helping disabled people, with my fucking tax money?

There's no way!

I keep feeling worried about young Poles

The only way out is to kill yourself or run away to the east

Or maybe not, because you're too afraid of Arabs

Of faggots, of enemies and your own neighbors

Hanging nooses on necks next to expensive ties

The only way left is to drink, cheers to my brothers

Cheers

To liquor shops, to empty bottles

and full delivery rooms

Cheers (Dawid Podsiadło)

To government elections

To old promises, disguised as new

Cheers (Kizo)

To colorful magazines, to cheep beer

To scratch cards, and drawing games

To psychotropics and crisis brides5

Cheap motels, condoms, and divorce papers

Cheers (Ras)

To cheap fruit vodkas

To gullible bosses and sick leaves

Cheers (schafter)

To the growing ozone holes

Free parking and cars

Cheers (Pezet)

To flowers from a gas station

For valentines, anniversaries, and women's day

Cheers (Rosalie.)

I finish and let the postcard go

Best wishes, yours Fifi, a common man

Cheers

1. More accurately "I like things that are certain/concrete" but that seemed too long and "I like concrete" seemed like it could get misunderstood too easily2. Character from a TV show "Klan" who ran away after getting into a car accident while drunk3. Męskie Granie is a concert tour organized by a beer brand Żywiec4. Polish rapper who died in a car accident in 20195. Reference to a song "Kryzysowa Narzeczona" by Lady Pank

• Artist:Taco Hemingway
• Album:Pocztówka z WWA, lato ’19