Action Man / Mama

Lyrics
[Część I] [Intro] (Jona) (Four five) Mm [Zwrotka 1] I get it done, I'm action man These man too short, I can't tell where they stand They don't know the meaning of sticking to plans They don't know the meaning of stacking them bands I've got an obsession, it makes me mental I can't be happy to be here If it's for a minute like driving a rental I need a long career, uh I need my own Aliyah, uh I need the whole team clear, yo I might need more than I did back then Next year I'll disappear Whenever I speak, make sure that I'm loud and clear She want that big dick energy, huh I wanna see who's here when the talking's done and the smoke gets cleared How u takin' a pic by the shard outside? How u flex on the gram but u broke real life? How ur fam overseas sending money at night? That doesn't sound transfer wise (Yo) What's done in the dark, will come to light I didn't feel that with no electrity My biggest battle is still in my mind (My mind) 'Cause I didn't feel like no one believed in me I'm a polish cunt, I'm a polish prick Been an angry kid since my father dipped I got old enough and I fucked that bitch I got lit enough and I hit that lick I seen rich and poor and I know my pick I'm so gen Z, I know fake and legit How much u pay for them Spotify streams? What's up with the YouTube vids? Been thru' mud, but I won't play victim I was born in that block with the bugs in the kitchen I started recording 'cuz no one would listen I feel the energy shifting I was upset, stressed and depressed I had to run up the cheque So shake that back like you're tryna pay rent Make that thing go right and left [Część II] [Intro] Brrt (Jona) (Four five) [Zwrotka] Mama ma bliznę na czole (Na czole) Mówię na nią Bedoes (Bedoes) Całe życie jak Małysz (Małysz) Lecę przez zimno, się w ogóle nie boję Matka Polka, ciekawe gdzie ojciec Przeżyliśmy koszmar, a to cały blok wie Od małolata nie spałem nocami (Yo) Zbiegałem schodami, czułem się jak pizda Jak zamykam oczy, to nadal to widzę Chcesz lepsze życie? Spierdalaj na wyspy Mam mały dyskomfort jak to gówno piszę Bo to już nie dla na mnie, ja wiem, że to wyjdzie (Yo) Mordo, ja tym oddycham, uh, głupich suk już nie dymam (Uh-uh) Polskii, nowy kapitan (Uh-uh), a dopiero zaczynam (Four five, Jona)
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