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[Chorus: Mata]
I'm driving my car
Not in the city, but above the city
I have an angel on the car's hood
With a devil tattooed on it
In my trunk I carry what I despise
When I'm on the sidewalk - get the fuck off
I puke as I look down on this mess
I drift into the cumulus, eh

[Verse 1: Białas]
Trepanation of the skull, standing over myself
I mix dream and reality in my head
On a planet full of hate and love
How are we not to go to extremes here
On the one hand, cuts, evil, animosity
On the other hand, there is a rainbow, global warming
We fly into space, we cure disease while still fighting a war for resources (shame)
It is the twenty-first century, not the eleventh
Maybe hide your sword and let's talk
People full of hatred and aggression
This is undervaluing and complexes
The policeman stares at me like I'm a bandit
He's fucked up, he's got a gun
He thinks I have a gun and a kilo of ganja at home
No, I have a Maltese called Bambi
[Chorus: Mata]
I'm riding my car (wroom)
Not in the city, but above the city (above the city)
I have an angel on the car's hood (on the hood)
With a devil tattooed
In my trunk I carry what I despise
When I'm on the sidewalk - get the fuck off
I puke as I look down on this mess
I drift into the cumulus, eh

[Verse 2: Białas]
Cheered up, I read the poems of Agnieszka Osiecka
And I am touched, I feel horrible, therefore I am
If everyone was sensitive to poetry, there would be more worlds
In the one I found myself on, I got lost very quickly
Everyone has golden advice for me like a good jeweler
And all the hoes around are jumping from flower to flower
I think gravity has ended here, you crazy
Stop, I'll take care of you
God won't help you - he doesn't come down to earth
In one of my dreams, I stuck a knife in your head
I turned it like a key and ordered food
You, but I have a ride
I am calling restaurants
I am asking if they will prepare a soup in your skull
When I eat with culture, next to me you play the harp
And she's not surprised when I mean to her seriously (that)
[Chorus: Mata]
I'm riding my car (wroom)
Not in the city, but above the city (above the city)
I have an angel on the car's hood (on the hood)
With a devil tattooed
In my trunk I carry what I despise
When I'm on the sidewalk - get the fuck off
I puke as I look down at this mess
I drift into the cumulus, eh