[Intro: Sarius]
You see blocks, and you instantly have bad thoughts?
It's everything that you hear about them?
Aliens for strangers, not everyone's happy
It's not a fucking Mickey Mouse Club
Mariusz is the profession of all of them
Although I'm far from a whore
They must hate me!

[Verse 1: Sarius]
The west suddenly stopped picking up
Banging party, Sarius the sailor, you die
When you expect too much from this country
Cleverness from the hood, no other options
Mariusz has a teaching profession
Had the mind for studying since a kid
However, I preferred to sit on those block floors
Saw authorities in older pals
Where there was dealing, and there was vodka
Flying chairs, is that the police?
I live here, I've seen many events like a veteran of Vietnam, I will remember them
Now, try to start living like a saint here
Fucking impossible, no one will give me anything
I know the feeling when someone dies
Reduction of the mind's level similar to a child's one
A junkie without any stuff, escaping the ICU
Cause he needs to sniff again
Don't judge me after the sung choruses
You've not got the right, everyone ignores that right
I usually wore tracksuits to school
No one has the right to fucking judge me
The fun will disappear as soon as you don't have any more cash
Now you're singing, now you greet
Now you're partying, you'd dance next to the president
Now, you'd say something about everyone
Now fuck you! Life is like skimming stones
Hope this bounce isn't the last one
You already have these tatts, and yet you're still lacking the courage
Your pick-up lines didn't work out
Bitches lose their teeth when they try to use the mics
In comparison with a larger city
Here everything happens on older principles

[Bridge: Sarius]
Kick to the puss, sand between the teeth
Your wounds and fears are the advantages for someone here
Like honey for the heart, like a cry in an ambulance
It'll help you again...

[Chorus: Sarius]
That's why cash is the only thing that gets my feelings
I must have the cash! I'll be taking it like a fucking madman
Taught so everything is about cash
Brought up so everything is about cash
Son, we can't afford these toys
Or ask your dad, he'll have some from his pay
Fucking cash
It's Always the cash, cash, cash!
Everything that is cool needs cash
Everything that is expensive is cool
For shitty health you need cash
For boredom, for pains, for those sad and tender moments
Fuck you all
I have my own cash
I don't feel any losses anymore
I have my own cash
I don't feel any losses anymore

[Verse 2: Sarius]
From an early age, I played GTA II, not Miami Vice
I saw that cash from Miami, in movies
They'd move tons of grass to the drawers
From an early age, none of the people that I knew were looking at the cash
Whoever was richer had better clothes yet still it was about who could play better football
You either had to work in factories or start selling and Reich
Or either big scams or take a shovel and go to the woods
Up to the sixth grade, I only asked my mom for some cash for a drink when I was playing
Today this cash literally decorates your face
I embrace today's times because I'm not old
You have no chance here in these vintage cleats now
You wanted a bit of coke?
It's just a theatre and Hilfiger or Ralph
These animals only want the liquor and drugs
Through Instagram, get their stuff
Put them in a cage, give them everything
And here you have the paradise of existence of these larvae
And there are other things like views from the Tatra Mountains
Raising those who could not get up anymore
Look for the hat, which covers the face
Because these are the lads, that don't give a fuck about cash
And they're fucking grinding so they have that cash
The weak one would suck balls for some money
They'd snitch where should the pigs raid next
Why am I not hurt by your cries bitch?
Why am I not bothered by that cry, you fag?
Why am I not bothered by your cry, fag?

[Chorus: Sarius]
That's why cash is the only thing that gets my feelings
I must have the cash! I'll be taking it like a fucking madman
Taught so everything is about cash
Brought up so everything is about cash
Son, we can't afford these toys
Or ask your dad, he'll have some from his pay
Fucking cash
It's Always the cash, cash, cash!
Everything that is cool needs cash
Everything that is expensive is cool
For shitty health you need cash
For boredom, for pains, for those sad and tender moments
Fuck you all
I have my own cash
I don't feel any losses anymore
I have my own cash
I don't feel any losses anymore

[Verse 3: Rogal DDL]
I go on traps, next stigmas
The speed metre is coming to an end
Wrap and hide your raps in the oilcloth
You'll have a gloss, like a sugar wool
Dying from all of the banter, like in a fucking circus
Or a butcher's shop, it's not Milka's fudge
Purple from denatured alcohol isn't the same as in fairy tales
Hawaiian one with double ham is coming
You asked about the model, don't know the model of those Nikes?
Sweet Dreams Chinese
They've got green soles
Ask In Sports Direct, I'm sure you'll get them there
BTW, though you probably know it
I will tell you this anecdote once more
He got up in the morning, went out for a smoke - they married a knife in him
These are not threats
I'm not a scarecrow
If you're in jail it's cause of innocence
Fuck the orchards and similar institutions
This gets constructed, then does a destruction
And I made you fucking out of exclusion
I'm still learning, you're hurting the ears
And you'll get a fucking banger when I sing you one
Kstyk! One, two, here, level with your leg
We'll see if you still remember the commands
I'm not fucking fucking anymore, you can not overcome this with a riposte
Rap not for pengas, se fuck is flying
You have Pedigree PAL in the photo
I make you a knight of an ortalion (felicita)
He is hajs, he is bans, he is bans, he is hajs
Nice to meet you, she looks like the best
With you, dear, I can fly to the stars, Marlbora Light
You have French on your feet, so I give you a bitch
You will not be the first to get better, something like a rainbow after the storm
This is the line that I would quote
When asked what quintessence is
I'm going to the city in red tracksuits and previously mentioned Najkach Reax'ach
Green systems fuck you with your eyes and ears
Because they creak like an old whore after rain
But I dement because you misunderstand
The whores will not creak, let alone rain
They smell of violets and bloom like roses
Take her drink, throw the mefa
And get in straight with her to the jacuzzi
It's fucking more than love
You really must be stupid
One likes it, the other likes that
And they love fucking a plaque with a VIP
I do not have to argue that I'm driving an Esper with a mechanic with a broken silencer