[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway]
Oh, I listen to Kult while I'm buying her a Céline bag
IPhone shuffles, now "Tom & Jerry'`s playing
Sometimes heart's stab wounds don't heal til' the wedding
They defame my ego, makes me feel like a white eagle
Janas used to give me paper, telling me "please count it"
Today I've got Apple Pay, cause I hate carrying money bills
The forbidden fruit, I pray for god's graces
Paparazzi, snakes, some guy sniffs again
Duke F, so many CD's I will open up an Empik
You know F from every angle, sort of like with Fendi logo
Rap legends' words are legends
No, I don't follow waves cause I set them
I do not come from elites, or from a good neighbourhood
Fifi, the heir of 90's middle class
I rarely eat beef, I rather order Lenti
A living proof, that there happens to occur a beautiful polish man
I read your verses to my three year old nephew
Even he doesn't believe you, "Uncle, come on"
Then they freeze like an old TP Modem
Wojtek, Szcześniak, but don't mistake us with Wojtek Szczęsny, oh

[Chorus: schafter]
She asks me do I do it, just because (just because yeah)
She asks why am I paranoid, just because (just because)
She asks me what do I do at nights, I don't know
Miss asks me what would I like, just the drums, just the drums, yeah
She asks me do I do it, just because (just because yeah)
She asks why am I paranoid, just because (just because)
She asks me what do I do at nights, I don't know ( I have no clue)
Miss asks me what would I like, just the drums, just the drums, yeah