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[Music Video Intro: Rafał Walentowicz]
At 3:30 PM
Solar and Białas accompanied by security, regular and municipal Police appeared at Batory High School in Warsaw. The visit lasted almost 15 minutes and did not interrupt the SAT exams, that were taking place at the same time

[Verse 1: Mata]
I wake up in the morning, and it turns out the world went nuts
Phones keep ringing at my home
Phones keep ringing at my bros'
They wanna know it all about Mata, about Pato
Headmistress’s pissed walking around the office
Thinking about punishment for me, cause
I'm a pissed kiddo
I'm a wrecked kiddo
I was laying in a shammy coat down on Emilia Plater st
And a homeless man bought me some tеa so I wouldn't freeze
I've seen coke, and I'vе seen Xanax
When we were playing strip poker in middle school
It's fucked up but I’m just lying on the floor waiting for my sentence
Eyes red like I've been pepper-sprayed
Half a litre per person chased with a beer
"My homie" is me... Please don't tell my mom

[Chorus: Mata & Tomasz Knapik]
Traplife (Whoo), M.A.T., Young Matczak
If it wasn’t for licencia poetica I'd be in juvi
Warsaw, big boy, I only hear mumbling (Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my Patoreaction
That's my Patoreaction (M.A.T., Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my Patoreaction
That's my... uh (M.A.T., Young Matczak)
That's my Patoreaction
[Verse 2: Mata]
Smiling ladies invited my mom to "breakfast at Polsat"
Asking her all about my songs
About me, now and then
Like any of you would understand
Radio hacks
Waiting like vultures at my school
With cameras
And microphones for the last bell
Asking 'bout us, wanting to know if we
Sling mephedrone, like we would tell
Then they interview
The vice-principle as well
People threaten to sue me
For defamation or get me expelled
I don’t think I feel so good…
OH, FUCKING HELL!
But in fact I am sorry
My high school was only symbolic
So I wore this hoodie like a tag
And all the normal people
Could understand it
Apart from
Some right-wing old hag
'Why would you do something so bad?'
Frustrated mothers ask me in their DMs
Blaming me
For demoralizing their little brats
All I do is describing their lives
You taught them all this yourselves
So whose fault is that?
What the fuck’s going on?
Half of the country’s leaning on me
One washed-up actor
Said that he would want me
To go to the army? Listen closely -
Your son knows my homie
So stop giving
Parenting advice to my folks, creep
New school elite
And cooking show stars know me
So do YouTube freaks
The president, rap OGs
And that’s why I can’t sleep
I’m the word on the street
But I just sit at my crib
While eating pierogies
Lying under a blanket and sippin’ tea
Reading tabloids since they featured me
In Vogue and other chic magazines
Paparazzi are swarming
Chasing us viciously

[Chorus: Mata & Tomasz Knapik]
Traplife (Whoo), M.A.T., Young Matczak
If it wasn’t for licencia poetica I'd be in juvi
Warsaw, big boy, I only hear mumbling (Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my Patoreaction
That's my Patoreaction (M.A.T., Young Matczak)
Ay, that's my Patoreaction
That's my... uh (M.A.T., Young Matczak)
That's my Patoreaction

[Verse 3: Mata & Zbigniew Stonoga]
Some guy sent me a message
Calling me a white truffle
A privileged clown
Then old schoolers praised me
And he just erased it
And all that remained
Was a smirk on my mouth
I take photos in stores
And markets when I’m around
And as soon as I get that dough
I’ll pay back my folks for my education
And buy them 4 mansions
In some rich part of town
‘though they have four others
For what it’s worth
And dumbass media
Are still digging up dirt
They're so full of shit
That they reek, it makes us all cringe
Please understand, I love mom and dad
Fuck moral decay is what I mean
My homie did it with a teen
A year older than him
In a clothing store
She used her teeth to pull off his jeans
Government media go all in
Trying to get under my dad’s skin
This man is a saint, what I do
Has nothing to do with him
One day I will answer for my sins
But first I will answer to you
So please, just listen closely
FUCK NATIONAL TV AND ITS' LIES!!!
A huge dick up all your behinds
LEAVE MY FUCKING FAMILY ALONE
YOU DUMB WHORES 'cause I want
To grow up in my own time
My homies really shine
My homie smoked crack
When he was a little brat
But in the end
We all turned out just fine so whaaat
Like World War II
Dividing the country again
Talk show stars mention my name
The North, the South
Officials do the same
So do media fames
Sportscasters on TV
In social studies I got a D
French classes? Also a D
Polish classes? A C-
‘cause hardly anyone believed in me
Today my joints are a subject of debates
On seminars and on karaoke bar stage
At retreats in churches
By Christmas plates
While holding beer cans
And even in the fucking States
In high school classes to date
I staged a coup
Fuck the rules, I don’t obey
And 'though
In my French classes I got bad grades
The French press mentioned me
So my name holds some weight
Parenting celebs, your masseur dig this
Dumb whores go ballistic as they witness
Easter’s coming
My joint’s relentless
It’s higher on Spotify’s hit list
Than Last Christmas
Let it snow, Mariah Carrey, Wham!
Bam! Kicked the door off the hinges
I get as much spam as my lungs get fumes
Special one like Mourinho
City graveyard’s
Slowly preparing my tomb
How should I feel?
I have no clue
How should I feel
Being an average guy
When fucking glitter
Is falling from the sky?
When journalists
Praise me on Facebook
Casually comparing
My lyrics to Olga Tokarczuuuk?
They got carried away, it seems
The only way I get a Nobel is
If I buy Mark
From West Ham for my fantasy team...
Or as soon
As I decide to quit smoking weed
On the fly like choppers
Next year, I’ll buy a billboard in NY
Like this guy Sfera Ebbasta
Patho – proto – type
Countries, continents, worldwide
I’ll visit them
With my team like Bilbo and Zlatan
They know us everywhere
33 Waka Waka
They called us wack
Now we stage-dive
On 40k fans chanting our tracks
Nobody can stop us
We’ll perform in Tokio
London and Toronto like Baka
The world’s a roundabout I drift through
Like Sonik Rafał on his way to Dakar
'cause I wanted
To tour the whole globe like rockers
And only then
I will finally show all of you
How to properly do
The Around the World, suckers
M.A.T. causing ruckus
Officially shut your trap up
[Outro: Tomasz Knapik]
Well, it is difficult to find more from two words