Tekst :
Nic o mnie nie wiesz
Tak będzie dużo lepiej
Leżymy w twoim łóżku
przy zgaszonym świetle
Twoje nogi i ramiona
obejmują mnie z całą desperacją
Zastanawiam się
Tak czy nie?
Nie czy tak?
Każda sekunda jest jak godzina
Tak czy nie?
Nie czy tak?
Każda sekunda tak długo trwa
Nie mogę oddychać
Nie potrafię nic powiedzieć
Ściany, sufit i podłoga
są zbyt blisko siebie
Twój język w moich ustach
Szminka na poduszce
Plakat na ścianie
Pocztówka na pękniętym lustrze
Tak czy nie?
Nie czy tak?
Każda sekunda jest jak godzina
Tak czy nie?
Nie czy tak?
Każda sekunda tak długo trwa
Tekst :
70 bucks on Congaree,
That you?d end up with me
At a rumble in the jungle
Like Muhammad Ali,
That a full house you?d find
But your queen lost her mind
Now you?re stuck at the table
With three of a kind
Do you get
Out of the market
And out of the pool?
Is it better to park it
Or drive like a fool?
We usually lose
But sometimes we win,
So light up and let us begin
Tekst :
[Intro: x2]
Let s peruse the essential of cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to you
That make me feel flyer than lobbys at bellevues
An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school
Now
[Lupe Fiasco:]
In my Falloron jeans, my head caught a wallet
My neighbor hood shirt and my Eddie Chen CLOT shit
My not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic
Do the knowlage, man you can t be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school
One of Jay-z s boys now I m skating in your pools
Not to be rude I m just hating on your rules
Like a young fifty I m on my world tour
Good morning singapore I m bringing the sun with me
From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities
I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Norwegian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of
[Bridge:]
Yea, yea she loves it over here
It s just, yea, yea now look at what I wear
[Chorus:]
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my fancy broad
And she full grain
So it s no words
And it s no slang
And I m no trick
And I m no lame
It s just so sick
That she soak game
[x4]
It s just yea, yea she loves it over here
[Lupe Fiasco:]
I like zip-t, candles and my Horishi sandles
And Vita sunglasses and purple murdersouses samples
I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle
Such a good disgner Junior Wontanabi got genu
I like Go Tiama Moto and I might roll solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos
I like Mont Blanc pens and most gloomy paper
I like go-yard bags and green Now-n-Laters
Monical magazines and japanese manga
Futuring asperaticks and HTM trainers
I like street fighter 2 I just really hate zanga
If only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanca
I keep a weak ninja hanging and a uncle while I m banging
If you negativin energy stay of the vicinity of...
[Chorus:]
Got my gold watch
And my gold chain
With my fancy car
And my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad
And she so plain
Gotta couple SCARS
And one of those long names
And she fight a nigga
And cusses wit no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine
But she..
[x4]
It s just yea, yea she loves it over here
And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem
And the low tolerance for them tellin me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
See the wings don t make you fly and the crown don t make you king
Now God don t like ugly, ain t too happy bout pretty
I am ignorance s enemy so stay out of the vicinity of...
Yea, Yea the niggas over there
Yea, Yea now look at what I wear
[repeat chorus]