P O L I S H C O W (EN)

Follow 1 fan

The Masters Of Escapism

Credits to The Masters Of Escapism for for english cover original by Cyprian "Cypis" Racicki

Update this biography »

Year:

2021

5 Views

Playlists:

#1

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

I have only one in my head of
Coke five grams, fly away alone
In the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When this state ends
When I will not be alone
Because a white eel will enter
Only one in my head I have
Coke five grams, fly away alone
In the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When this state ends When I will
no longer be alone
Because a white eel will enter
I f*ck, but I have a descent I do
not catch the stars
I lie like a log I
do not believe
What is happening
Like a hen from hunger
I am crowing Like a werewolf to the moon
In my head holes like a street
In front of your hut I
dissolve like a bar
that lies on the counter
Going down is like you do not pull my bro, my
f*ck's face grimaces
In my head, a brawl like on TV
I am not surprised by this state
No goods, in my mind
I am dope I will give it or I will not give it
All the whore from the cottage for sale
All in all I'm already fucked
Everything is sold
I f*ck myself long
Kinol like in Tabaluga
Day two without pounding
Where is the snake? white chemistry
Fucking the descent is so
exhausting As if you are a locust in the hell of a devil
Only one in my head I have
five grams of Coke, fly away alone
In the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When this state ends
When I will not be alone
Because a white eel will enter
Chemistry Party, I want to ski
to the dealer and not in the Alps
About Zesz whore, unless fiknę
As Boko nothing psiknę
so much wants to touch the stars
But none of that, because I exit
Totally whore mega descent
And I dream of the dragon entrance
Have hajsy? Are you in arrears too?
Well, f*ck, now no longer run
I want to have a kick like a panther
In Krech is not the dealer
no longer certainly do not
think death breaks me
I do not swallow, I got chills
Whore mother, how much
will this situation last?
I dreamed of a coke van
And hery I play just for taste
I want to
drive in a Cadillac I run after my thoughts
but everyone is in arrears
No loan option
Because I cut like scissors
Only one thing in my head I have
Coke five grams, fly away alone
In the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When this state ends
When I will not be alone
Because a white eel will
come in.
I want to shoot like a gun
I want hey and other fairy
tales
You hear murmurs in the nose of the pustak. Do you have a number for Gargamel?
Maybe he has hera in the boiler?
I know stupid shit
But there's nothing on the table
And there's a fucking emptiness in my pocket I
could use a lot of six
Or at least some four
And I'd fly like a swallow
Like a bee in May
Kayah would sing to my ear
These are balls, well, I can't believe
I'm lying bent like a dead animal
Fever in the whore is getting worse
Scarred like a fakir's ass
Like a bastard bout
I'm fucking burning
Hey Johnny, I'd like to sprinkle
And in the meadow like a rabbit to buck
But all the time this ride I
'm drying up like a torn weed
Only one I have
five grams of Coke in my head , fly away alone
In the land of oblivion
I have thoughts in my head
When this state ends
When I will not be alone
Because a white eel will enter

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!