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Mieszkanie (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)
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This is a piece for all those who LOVE their apartments Your f**king apartments Who puked your sink and set fire to the carpet? He poured wine over the walls, I don't think we're talking Unless we're swallowing, forgive me, my brother must have repaired himself We see each other and when the tags are washed away Who's f**king your camera lately? Will you squeal, cry, make a scandal or do you have it? Will you pay the brewery or are you hiding? Speak when you're at ease, we'll come over to your bank, bro Who f**ked your bed with blood? I do not want to suggest anything to you, I would be short with her You don't know who you were drinking water with, you talk hard, huh? Afraid of the naked truth that she's a whore? Bottom Who f**ked up your dishes in the kitchen? The dealer warned that cruel commodity kills Let's recreate this atmosphere, you, between us We like to tiled with plates Impra to the max My people came with me It's a real-life episode Joints, vodka, gin and tonic in their hands This is how it is done in Bałuty Who f**ked your ass gold out of the bedroom? He rubbed on her clothes in the wardrobe, you stupid get over it Here the world teaches us contempt all the time Then "Baby, forgive me for that puking ceiling" Who peed in your glass and put it in the fridge? The same as with the d**k was at the neighbor of four He's not the one who hasn't given you a bubble for whores yet? I don't think he will pay you back, he got a sled from his buddies Who f**ked you in the bath tub up to your ankles Apparently, some ass was sleeping in this vomit, you take it easy You will not deceive yourself, you will doubt, moment of truth, word Because in that bathtub my friend's ass was sleeping from the next cage Who made the home theater ashtray? What, you have a hole in your head, just think, no pressure This is how you drink, you get drunk, that's how brawls are fought That on the wall, instead of 50 inches, you have a bracket Impra to the max My people came with me It's a real-life episode Joints, vodka, gin and tonic in their hands This is how it is done in Bałuty To measure the bit thickness you have to give me a GPS Big Brothers man, I don't have a door handle like a dog A few seconds is not enough, it destroys the fear of who did what Who f**ked up the TV and who puked the floors? Who f**ked you such a jope on the table? Tell me And what, you don't want to explain it with a kick on your head? A professional host, he knows the idea, the patent To leave a f**king crater on the table Who f**ked You In Spider-Man's House In The Mirrors? And I don't give a sh*t about that, no problem, I'm at ease The estate knows you, you probably already know about the perpetrator You're a drunk Cossack, no need to ask, bream Who wrote you on the door: "Shut your ass, sucker!" The same what your computer and tower f**ked up You are dead, I believe reality doesn't lie Your problem, party and your apartment
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