Tijuana [English translation]

Postcard from Warsaw, summer 2k19. Bless you

Oh! Oh! Oh-oh

Thirty two degrees

Again, the weather is not too gentle

All that glitters is not gold

But all is gold, what Midas touches (Tsss)

Thirty two degrees

Again, the weather is not too gentle

Money lying in the street

You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up (Woah)

Warszawa like Tijuana (Oh)

I get up at nine, I play the beat in the morning (Oh)

By twenty-five, I'm on the screens

I am checking the news to see if there was some attack today

And on the social network, the new haircut of Crisitian

Don't talk on Facetime today, because I have nothing to plan

So much heat, Warszawa like roasting pan

Mate, mate I don't come out, mate, today I bath

I hide like hidden marijuana

I'm lying in the bath, listening Maanam records

"Our love is like opium" ayy

She is Grace Jones and I am Indiana

The car's exterior sizzles on a Peugeot (Tss)

In the morning I get up for the soccer game of KP Kozia (Tss)

Call me Fifi Inzaghi

Supposedly there were three goals, but there could have been eight, what a shame (oh)

Thirty two degrees

Again, the weather is not too gentle (Oh-oh) (Oh)

All that glitters is not gold (Ohh)

But all is gold, what Midas touches (Brrt, brrt) (Tsss)

Thirty two degrees (Tsss) (Yah, yah)

Again, the weather is not too gentle (Yuh, yuh) (Tsss)

Money lying in the street

You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up, um

I think Midas touched my neck (Mmm, hmm)

I'm curious when he touches the record (Uh-huh)

If I can't share good moments with them, I record albums about it

I lie, I look, Instastory

Beautiful lives there, seriously flummery

I smoke (joints) like wheels (tyres)

My furniture is cardboard boxes after shoes (Yuh, yuh)

Thirty two degrees, dresscode is flip-flops

For banquets dressed as for Żabka (Ksch-ksch

Driving sometime from stairways to stairways (Brrt, brrt)

Today I prefer the jacuzzi there on the last one

Bonnie and Clyde, I stole the sun for you, but you like cold wine in summer

And with you I have a private paradise, each other turned out to be a slizzy (Kizo, oh!)

Thirty two degrees (Oh-oh)

Again, the weather is not too gentle (Oh-oh) (Oh)

All that glitters is not gold (Brrt-brrt)

But all is gold, what Midas touches (Tss)

(Ech-he) Thirty two degrees (Yuh, yuh)

Again, the weather is not too gentle (Yuh, yuh)

Money lying in the street (Woo, woo)

You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up

Thirty two degrees, at forty two, I stood at the window

On the job twenty four hour a day

After eleven o'clock I'm driving a car (Brrt-brrt)

New Michael Jordan just, who sing rap (sing rap)

Four eight two two area code (area code)

Four four is calling, she is calling, London (Uh-huh)

Like four seven barcodes on your head, ungh (Oh!)

Thirty two degrees (Oh-oh)

Again, the weather is not too gentle (Oh-oh) (Oh)

All that glitters is not gold (Brrt-brrt)

But all is gold, what Midas touches (Tss) (Ech-he)

Thirty two degrees (Tsss) (Yuh, yuh)

Again, the weather is not too gentle (Tss) (Yuh, yuh)

Money lying in the street (Woo, woo)

You just have to clap eyes on it to pick it up, uh

• Artist:Taco Hemingway
• Album:Pocztówka z WWA, lato ’19