[Verse 1: Szpaku]
In my head, I keep remembering my brother's words: "we have each other, so what can break us?"
You were sitting at the table with the snakes again, homie, so it's not even appropriate for me to talk with you
I still hate the fucking world, why did they start talking when we reached our first million?
It's a little sad when you ask, "Is everything alright?" and my life still gets confused by having a friendship with a whore
And I'd rather be alone with a handful of faithful people
Hеre you must fight with others if you want to live for your pеople
Your enemy is my enemy
If they hurt you, I'll have to cause...
[Pre-Chorus: Szpaku & Vae Vistic]
Pain in us, drip, money, street life with the boys
My brother, knife, mace spray, whips screeching with the boys
Pain in us, drip, money, street life with the boys
My brother, knife, mace spray, whips screeching with the boys
[Chorus: Vae Vistic]
When I'll be gone and it'll be over for me
Let my boys have whores dancing on the table
Because I lived so fucking wild that you wouldn't believe
And let them play this for me like they played "Hejnał" in Krakow
When I'll be gone and it'll be over for me
Let my boys have whores dancing on the table
Because I lived so fucking wild that you wouldn't believe
And let them play this for me like they played "Hejnał" in Krakow
[Verse 2: Vae Vistic]
You were my brother, bitch
Now it's like Nanga Parbat in winter
I would take a sentence for you
As if it was for a thousand kilos
I'm drowning, I'm drowning in the devil's arms, we are the sound givers of this city
We are the stench of burnt tires on an asphalt
Two angels on the counter, in case I won't be able to protect us
A couple of bitches will try to act, who's gonna do it, if the money doesn't play a role?
And don't ask me if it's all the way to the end
My parents divorced after twenty-five years
And my enemies will wear a rope over the head
Because they were counting on me barely making ends meet
[Pre-Chorus: Szpaku & Vae Vistic]
Pain in us, drip, money, street life with the boys
My brother, knife, mace spray, whips screeching with the boys
Pain in us, drip, money, street life with the boys
My brother, knife, mace spray, whips screeching with the boys
[Chorus: Vae Vistic]
When I'll be gone and it'll be over for me
Let my boys have whores dancing on the table
Because I lived so fucking wild that you wouldn't believe
And let them play this for me like they played "Hejnał" in Krakow
When I'll be gone and it'll be over for me
Let my boys have whores dancing on the table
Because I lived so fucking wild that you wouldn't believe
And let them play this for me like they played "Hejnał" in Krakow
[Outro: Vae Vistic]
When I'll be gone and it'll be over for me
Let my boys have whores dancing on the table
Because I lived so fucking wild that you wouldn't believe
And let them play this for me like they played "Hejnał" in Krakow