POL Smoke [English translation]

I tell them arrivederci

I think about the times when I wasn't afraid of death (block block)

I drank, I smoked these hundreds - year after year

You don't pretend to be Greek here (you were there with me)*

In Wola they sprinkled me a feta

Foam on the face, I spit that foam on the sweater

The goods were selling by themselves, cousin, marketing was irrelevant to them

I was just a kid, money from my grandfather for drugs

(I'm ashamed)

(Shame)

Basically everyone has a secret

Not everyone puts it in the verse

Every new bang is 'ykhh, ekhh'

Karma returns like GetBack

Karma returns like a comet

Karma in the face like an airbag

Grim Reaper will ask about me (what?)

He shoot me down, bang bang

My dealer was Grzesiek

He writes, that there is a drought in the city

-I can't give you much

He says triple-perfect

Act: Wiatraczna roundabout

White day, five pm

Language school, speak up!

Everything irie, wagwan

I smoke drugs on the roof of Blue City

We smoke half spliffs here

Drug click-clak

Loading the cartridge into the fifa

I liked weed, when I didn't have it, I used to be hyperactive

Thank God - I threw these blunts before I got the hay of music, I would lose everything

I tell them arrivederci

I think about the times when I wasn't afraid of death (block block)

I drank, I smoked these hundreds - year after year

You don't pretend to be Greek here (you were there with me)

In Wola they sprinkled me a feta

Foam on the face, I spit that foam on the sweater

The goods were selling by themselves, cousin, marketing was irrelevant to them

I was just a kid, money from my grandfather for drugs

(I'm ashamed)

New year, new mill

I make pop, I make smoke

Rest In Peace Pop Smoke

I make the sauce, I lead the way

No, I don't care about gossip

Who and what does with whom

My nights are getting weirder and weirder

I wake her up, make a drink

I still remember how the police searched me in 09

Yesterday they would have found at least three

Today it's just a foil

It's a weird option that any face that has a wardrobe is hiding it

She burned the commodity, and her ambition burned out with the commodity

Today, the levels are divided into clicks according to this specificity

Who likes to smell, who likes to smoke, who likes to drink more

The sober are sitting in the square, they are incompatible

I know ex junkies who play body building out of boredom

I was in the first, second, third group

But not the fourth (never the fourth)

You don't want a white lump

You are blacklisted (blacklisted)

Would you like to join the club, you are not on the list of any

And if you don't want to drink vodka

See, you're gone even more

I say arrivederci

I say arrivederci

• Artist:Taco Hemingway
• Album:Jarmark