Lecę sobie na tym bicie czuje serca bicie mowie tobie co tam leci napierdalam te wersy mam te zdanie tu dla ciebie ja podnoszę te poprzeczkę ciągle pytam co tu robi w wersy same sie tu tworzą za zdanie mam ropierdol bo na tym bicie to wpiedol mam te aneksje żeby zdobyć serce ma nadzieja ciągle leci do zdobycia napierdalam napierdalam lecę dalej sprzątam ten bagna robie swoje całym sercem wciaz powtarzam ja chce więcej liryka plynie w moich żyłach ja nakuriwam ty sie tym podniecasz ale jazda rymy dobre sie wkręcają kiedy rzucam te sylaby na pewno pamiętaj o jednym by nie sprzedać tu swej duszy wyciągnij ręce wyjdź z tego cierpienia
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