Patoreakcja [English translation]

[Intro: Rafał Walentynowicz]

At 3 a.m Solar and Białas in the presence of security guards, Police Municipal Police

Appeared in Batory's High School in Warsaw. Their visit lasted

less than 15 mins and didn't interfere with high school exams, holding at the same time

[Verse 1: Mata]

I got up like every morning and it was clear that the world fucked up. Phones are ringing at my chat

My homies are ringing

They want to know everything about Mata, everything about Pato

Pissed-off Headmaster goes to and fro in the secretary's office

And she's thinking about the punishment for me cause

I'm a pissed-off kid

I'm a broken kid

I was lying in a suede coat on Emilia Plater

And the homeless man bought me tea so I wouldn't freeze

I saw the coca and I saw the Xanax

When we played poker without clothes in junior high

Yeah, it's fucked-up, but I'm lying on the floor waiting for punishment

Eyes bloodshot as if I've been treated with tear gas

Half a liter per person drink with a brewery

My homie is me ... Please don't tell my mom

[Chorus: Mata & Tomasz Knapik]

Trap life (Whoo), M.A.T. Young Matczak

If not for a licensed poet, a reformatory would be waiting for me

WWA, big boy, I only hear 'blah, blah' (Young Matczak)

Ay, that's my path response (ay, ay, ay)

This is my pathoreaction (MAT, Young Matczak)

Ay, that's my path reaction (ay, ay)

This is my ... uh (MAT, Young Matczak)

This is my pathoreaction

[Verse 2: The Mata]

My mother was invited by smiling ladies to breakfast at Polsat

They want to know everything about Pato, everything about Mata, you won't get it anyway

Radio ZET is waiting in front of the school for the last bell with cameras and a microphones

They ask about us and if we trade mephedrone, then a quick interview with the deputy-headmaster

Someone older threatens me with a libel suit and someone with a protocol

I'm not feeling well, fuck it

But I'm sorry, Batory was just a symbol and I had to wear the hoodie

And every normal person understood it... except for Krystyna Pawłowicz

Moron, why are you doing this, frustrated mothers write to me in DM about my demoralization

Their children and families, and I am just telling you how they live, you told them how to do it

I don't know what's going on, half of Poland is entering my head (ay, ay) (I don't know what's going on)

Jakimowicz wanted to send me to the army

My homie knows your son, so what the fuck are you telling

To my parents, what would you do to me as my parent?

Żabson and Robert Makłowicz listen to it

Masno, the president, and Włodi listen to it

So I can't fall asleep, the city talks about me, and I'm eating pierogi

with tea, under the blanket like baby Yoda, I read the newspaper because my mug is under the cover

Type of Vogue, the paparazzi crowd wants to take us to get us

[Chorus: Mata & Tomasz Knapik]

Trap life (Whoo), M.A.T. Young Matczak

If not for a licensed poet, a reformatory would be waiting for me

WWA, big boy, I only hear 'blah, blah' (Young Matczak)

Ay, that's my path response (ay, ay, ay)

This is my pathoreaction (MAT, Young Matczak)

Ay, that's my path reaction (ay, ay)

This is my ... uh (MAT, Young Matczak)

This is my pathoreaction

[Verse 3: Mata & Zbigniew Stonoga]

Some Kacper wrote to me that I am a fucking banana kid

As Peja appreciated, he deleted the message in this app

And I only had a banana (smile) on my face

I take a photo in Żabka and in Biedronka (shops, markets)

And when I earn a helmet

I will give this to my parents for education and I will buy four villas in Marymont

Although they already have four others

They are looking for the insane media scandal, ay

You know what their mean behavior smells like

I love my mom and dad

I'm just fucking pathology

My homie did it with fourteen when he was 13 himself

From 5.10.15. she took off his pants with her teeth

And the PiS media would like to take care of the senior Mat

He is a holy man

What I do is my choice

And I will answer for it one day

But first I will answer you

So listen carefully:

Fuck Polish Television

Jacek Kurski - fuck your gums

(Stop fucking my family)

Because I would like to grow up in peace

My people rule

My mate was smoking crack when he was very young

But we went straight and fuck

I divide Poland in half like the Prussian partition

Kuba Wojewódzki is talking about me

Pomerania, Silesia, voivode of Łódź

Journalist Rudzki and Tomasz Ćwiąkała

At school in Civics - F, French - F

Polish language - two with a downside, because few believed in Michał

Today my reading is discussed

At seminars, in karaoke bars

At a retreat, at a table on Christmas Eve, at a can of a brewery, and in the fucking States

On WOS, Polish (bye)

I made a swing because I don't like the rules

The French language and the fire and the fire and the fire and the French press wrote about me

Super Nanny and your masseur

Stupid whores froth from their mouths

A week until Christmas and I have a single

Higher on Spotify's Top 50 than "Last Christmas"

Wow, "Let it Snow"

Ay, and Mariah Carey, wow

We're hacking the mainstream

I get spammed like smoke in my lungs

Special One like Mourinho

They are slowly digging my grave in Powązki

Huff, huff, huff, how am I supposed to feel?

Huff, huff, huff, how am I supposed to feel?

How am I supposed to feel? A plain gray boy

When fucking glitter is flying from the sky

When Gosia Halber lightly compares him on FB to Olga Tokarczuk

They let their fantasies go

I will get the Nobel Prize when I buy Mark from West Ham for my Fantasy line-up

Or as soon as I put these blunts down

Mom, I fly

In a year I will buy a billboard for Manhattan like Sfera Ebbasta

Pato-progenitor

Countries, continents, cities - I will visit with a team like Bilbo and Zlatan

They heard us everywhere, 33 - waka-waka

40 thousands of men under the scene, and they saw in us only weeping and weeping and yet another weeping

We will play in Tokyo, London, Toronto like Baka

The land is a roundabout, I drift into it like Sonik Rafał on Dakar

Well, because I would like to jump with happiness on the World Tour, haha

And only then will I show you all how you can do around the world

M.A.T.A. or Mata officially wins (haha, ay, brah)

[Outro: Tomasz Knapik]

Well, it is difficult to find more from two words

• Artist:Mata