We sit in the studio, our heads are already smoking The third day, listen, we hit your taste Warsaw, Poznań, the route from the memory of Czuchcia Later recorded, you listen to the faith of Luchta Our music can sometimes be cruel Because when we clean up here, we don't leave crumbs Everyone listens, old man, let the old woman listen Let your grandmother do something for the loot Listen, crazy man, you can burn a can for it We won't like each other if you only burn a stupid can With greetings from the two As I mentioned, imagination does miracles The number is spontaneous, go to the store If you appreciate it, give it to your friends to listen Maybe also for this number Keep the flames with us, and we'll give her a good swing We sit in the studio, our heads are already smoking The 16th, the next, 2020 is the year Imagination does miracles, let your grandmother do something for the loot We sit in the studio, our heads are already smoking The 16th, the next, 2020 is the year Imagination does miracles, let your grandmother do something for the loot The 16th, the next, 2020 is the year Maybe I'll *** it up and do some export Jokes for later, I'll say the second sentence I don't *** around, I'm having fun and I'm fine Please, please I invite you to dance, just tie your shoes I'm a homie who follows the threat There will still be time to lie down and count the horses Now I'm in shape, I'm 30 years old I have a big impression that I ran away from the gallop I'm not a philanthropist, I prefer other points I remember how I didn't put my ass in any of the sweaters It's slowly ending, I'll just remind you I'm fine, it's a joy, I'm connecting the future with music So my prince and princess, go to the concert Put your hands up, because the reference is doing the job The job The job The job The job Make me some tea I'm sitting in the studio, my head is in the bushes The 16th, the next, 2020 is the year There were brothers and nothing can be done I invite you to dance, just tie your shoes I'm sitting in the studio, my head is in the bushes The 16th, the next, 2020 is the year There were brothers and nothing can be done I'm a homie who follows the threat