ZTM [English translation]

I would like to ride with ZTM again

Nightmares chase me, not conductors

You ask me who I want to be in the future, I still don't know

I guess I prefer to dream

Every route in my mind leads to you

I'd like to find some kind of sanctuary

Where are the times, when I rode in love with ZTM?

with ZTM, hey, hey

Lazy flow, I am Giggs

I flew with Ryanair, flew with Wizz (air)

I flew over Hackney, I wrote this mixtape

Two years later I'm managing my own business

No opponent is still chirping

I distinguished myself like a dead pixel

There are clones everywhere, it’s as if I saw Hare Krishna

A photo with champagne, but I’m drinking a small Pilsner

He wanted Champs-elysées, but he was on Markwiliska (road)

They’re stabbing me in the back like Brutus

She lost her head jak Dooku

She has thighs and a head like Mewtwo

Doesn’t want you on the telephone like U2

They ask about an interview, I tell him: mm, mm, mm

In a circle like Giro, I’m pouring this Malbec

Only the studio and wine; and I was meant to take a break from both

You keep asking a million questions, I’m already fighting for more

A life like “the 8th mile”, when I wrote rhymes about this ZTM

I would like to ride with ZTM again,

Nightmares chase me, not conductors

You ask me who I’d like to be in the future, I still don’t know

I guess I prefer to dream

Every route in my head leads to you

I’d like to find some kind of sanctuary

Where are those times, when I rode in love with ZTM?

With ZTM, hey, hey

I wrote “whatever” on bus 128

I don’t know if there was this chill coming from the people, or whether it came from the leaky windows

Back then no one looked at me in a crowd, no one made eye contact

Now these tailors want to correct me as if they had some kind of a problem

Moustache like Krzysiu Krawczyk, mouth like Krzysiu Ibish

There are tracks on the disk, kid why are you surprised

That I put “trójkąt” down and then, homie, I wanted to shine in English

Now it’s simple, that I might as well had wound the sheet music in Yiddish

Someday you know - salary by salary, that back then I didn’t scream “oy vey”

I was speeding with SKM, I have news from her

You know how girls get sentimental, I created the text on "Mięso"

I'm running away from decadence, I always wanted to live smarter

In the bus these teeth are yellow, he probably did not wash them with gold

Tears are pouring like an egg yolk in an empty bar on Smolna (street)

Inside the hands there is this yellow paper, people are crying behind the sun

So much yellow in these yellow buses, everything is yellow like Coldplay

I'd like to ride with ZTM again

Nightmares chase me, not conductors

You ask me who I'd like to be in the future, I still don't know

I think I prefer to dream

Every route in my mind leads to you

I would like to find some kind of sanctuary

Where are the times, when I rode in love with ZTM?

with ZTM, hey, hey

The bus stops at the bus loop

Now I remember when I was a child, the plans, that I wanted to have a Bentley

Back then (my) parents were constantly arguing as there was never enough money

I would like for people to look at the lyrics, not only just at the salary

Whether I'm on the card in time, whether I am - what place I have

But what should I have, just how many people stalk me on Facebook

And how much money I earn from the EP, how much I pay for each concert

Conductors are flying around, they keep asking about some kind of tickets, fuck you, ay

The bus ends at the bus loop, I will never end at the loop

I forever write lyrics at the bus loop, if you want you can loop them, thanks

The bus ends at the bus loop, I will never end at the loop

I forever write lyrics at the bus loop, if you want you can loop them, Bentley

The bus ends at the bus loop, I will never end at the loop

I forever write lyrics at the bus loop, if you want you can loop them, thanks

The bus ends at the bus loop, I will never end at the loop

I forever write lyrics at the bus loop, if you want you can loop them, thanks

The bus ends at the bus loop, I will never end at the loop

I forever write lyrics at the bus loop, if you want you can loop them, thanks

The bus ends at the bus loop, I will never end at the loop

I forever write lyrics at the bus loop, if you want you can loop them, thanks

• Artist:Taco Hemingway
• Album:Café Belga