[Chorus: Beteo & Białas, Mata, Solar, White 2115]
Mom raised me like the hood
We hide all my monsters under the bed
The guys are making an album, the hotel is going to sleep late today
If I lose everything tomorrow, it's not too hard
Mom, mom raised me like the backyard
We hide all my monsters under the bed
The guys are making an album, the hotel is going to sleep late today, oh

[Verse 1: Jan-rapowanie]
Your page in someone else's bed
That's a hundred plus sleep to begin with
It's time to brеak away from this expression
If you are rеlieved to welcome a solo room
I'm on vacation, I'll be back, it'll be fucked up
He laughs as they write the sentence:

[Verse 2: Janusz Walczuk]
"I miss the old Jan"
Yesterday I was shooting a Kalashnikov
Today I am realizing Białas's vocals
For me, mass is a sucker
Because for me art for sculpture
But also weed, a tour with Żabson
Fuck, how could they forbid us to do this
Young Janusz is not a fucking cry-baby
I have a children's day everyday