grand prix taco hemingway lyrics english

grand prix taco hemingway lyrics english

[Intro]
Europa LP
[Verse 1]
If you’re reading this – it’s too late (it’s too late)
A strange figure when I look in the mirror (Wooh!) I
‘ll play your notes on my tour bus
Christ Lord, our driver almost fell asleep
Custom Bape, you have even baba custom

Who has seen doing such things to their mouths?
People without vanity, you can look here in vain
image of your idols in the media was a scam
I do not know what I want, but I know now I do not want
this job, which I have to be able to excel

Even if I had a month to do 6 zeros
For me always the first to be paper, not paper
I’m not smoking a joint for the ninth year (no, no, no, yo)
Sixth, I don’t start PowerPoint.
I live eternal night as if I lived in Trondheim.
For three months I haven’t seen my brother the sun

[Chorus]
I don’t have time for stupid fairs and fairs (yeah and yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t check my account and my glass (no, no, no, no, no, no)
I drive around Europe like at the Grand Prix
I drive around Europe like at the Grand Prix A
new Fifi is coming , inform your friends

[Verse 2]
For these people a whole raison d’être
Have a Margiela Maison sweater in the wardrobe
Filip Szcześniak mordo, F to S to Z
These are lines for those
homies who still believe in whispers My UK homies in the UK sniff the ket

Countertops fucked with flour, don’t think it’s bread
Polish hockey players spoil their heads with the finish.
They tell me: “It’s only game, why you have to be mad?”
(It’s only a game why you have to be mad?)
Fuck how many hands you can hear at once applause
Fuck your number and your Olis and what outlay

Who plays your singles and hits and in which radios
here counts only what majku you record ( oh)
This idol of yours is not an artist, but a smart trader
What are you surprised how this fucking game is a fair
I do it for fans and for mom – credit is in francs
Fuck the banks, the truth is on these samples, Fifi!

[Chorus]
I don’t have time for stupid fairs (yeah and yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don’t check my account and my glass (no, no, no, no, no, no)
I drive around Europe in a circle as for a Grand Prix
I drive around Europe in a circle as for a Grand Prix A
new Fifi is flying inform the guys from the cage

[Logbook 2]
Logbook Europe, record two:
Temperature 21 degrees, at night it should go down to fifteen The
indicator light is on -fasten the passenger seat belts, although no one is sitting here I
begin to hallucinate, sometimes I hear a strange voice – he says very ugly things

During the pandemic I missed Europe like a prisoner who misses his mistress, and now I travel across the continent and do not recognize her
Although I think nothing is happening it has not changed, I remember Europe from my youth
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