[Chorus: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
A new visa, although I still do not have cards in the bank
Next to me is my Frida, who is tormented by the world
Once Sokół predicted how much I would be worth
Now the sun shines only for me like ...
A drop of wine on the bedclothes, the hangover tires again
I am looking for tomorrow, but yesterday she is tormenting again in my dreams
Even Titus did not foresee how much I would be worth
No no

[Verse 1: Quebonafide]
Before I put on a label like Wojtek - Prosto
I had CKMa with Wojciechowska under my bed
Maybe that's why I flew the whole world
To understand that I have a cosmos in my head
You lose so much for me again, I'm Brad Pitt in Seven
I sit and review the story from Natalia Szroeder
I am looking for someone who will feed my soul with singing
But let's stop fighting on this messengear
I think what you'll wear, where you go
I think about it to be somewhere else
I'm already getting into this plane like in an elevator
My head is steaming like Tinder

[Chorus: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
A new visa, although I still do not have cards in the bank
Next to me is my Frida, who is tormented by the world
Once Sokół predicted how much I would be worth
Now the sun shines only for me like ...
A drop of wine on the bedclothes, the hangover tires again
I am looking for tomorrow, but yesterday she is tormenting again in my dreams
Even Titus did not foresee how much I would be worth
No no

[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway]
I have an advice, again a new Visa came by post
Taco Corp. it's a company, I always wanted to write it
The hordes are watching me again, I'm Mona Lisa
I was in Vogue, where is this palace like a fucking Pisa?
Autographs, I always have a pen on my hands
I'm a player, these kids say - what's up Izak?
Now you do not like it, but your head is swinging anyway
And at concerts with us crowds like Saturday in Lidlach
I have not met anyone for a long time
My exits rarely come out
My invisible movements like friends from Korpo
The times when I lived anonymously will not return
Taconafide will make it worse
I go through the city, my eyes are hidden, and I can see these eyes everywhere
One request, do not show me your finger, please
Fifi like fresh air, less and less outside

[Chorus: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
A new visa, although I still do not have cards in the bank
Next to me is my Frida, who is tormented by the world
Once Sokół predicted how much I would be worth
Now the sun shines only for me like ...
A drop of wine on the bedclothes, the hangover tires again
I am looking for tomorrow, but yesterday she is tormenting again in my dreams
Even Titus did not foresee how much I would be worth
No no

[Bridge: Quebonafide]
Seven years without a joint in your hand, now singing high
Seven years without a joint in my hand, now I feel high
When I die, God will ask me how it was in paradise
When I die, God will ask me what paradise was

[Chorus: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]
A new visa, although I still do not have cards in the bank
Next to me is my Frida, who is tormented by the world
Once Sokół predicted how much I would be worth
Now the sun shines only for me like ...
A drop of wine on the bedclothes, the hangover tires again
I am looking for tomorrow, but yesterday she is tormenting again in my dreams
Even Titus did not foresee how much I would be worth
No no