TACONAFIDE - Art-B (English Translation)

[Verse 1: Quebonafide]

I've never been to a techno party

On my neck heavy metal hanging

They make you a drink in that shaker with mint

My heart beats like David Guetta

I feel like a millionaire from the ghetto

'Cause my little town is a favela

She tells me to stop for a while

But in my head, there's only here and now

Your place and moment - use it

Sorry, I did not go to this concert in Sfin

But I was half dead with that PVC in my vein

My mother is praying because I am losing strength

But whatever you say I never lose face

There is no time to rest, I hate beaches

My "tiny" is still "huge" for them

I don't care about journalists and entourage



[Refrain: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]

Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year

I live as if I won in a lottery

Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year

I live as if I won in Lotto



[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway]

I don't usually go to shoe premieres

And you will never see me on the wall

I buy those mountains of clothes with my own money

My heart beats like I'm deadmau5e

Mr. driver, share the Bluetooth

I listen to new beats in the taxi

I make little steps to big movements

I'm making money, I'm making art like Bogusław Bagsik

Half my summer I spent in the studio

Nazi's are marching in the city

Youth here is hailing because there is no work

Youth swallow lies, we have hard times

Fear again, I won't fall asleep again

Again I'll have to run over the iron wall

I'll put my people in the first class like Rudolf Kastner

And I'll build brand new world, because I can bitch



[Refrain: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]

Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year

I live as if I won in a lottery

Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year

I live as if I won in Lotto



[Verse 3: Quebonafide]

I feel like Tommy Cash now

On my speakers there's Winaloto

My plan constructed like Bionicles

Your only plan is to take my photo

At night I dream of dying on the stage

But maybe it's a dream for later

My only inspiration is gone

My heart beats like Kalkbrenner

The only thirst, take it from the oasis

I think about God today, more often than about home

I think about the evil I've created and to whom

It was a difficult birth, I think about peace

So I apologize, sorry

I create a story like the Giant Comic

So much gold that I look like Midas

So much gold that I look like a gypsy, but what is it for?!



[Refrain: Quebonafide & Taco Hemingway]

Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year

I live as if I won in a lottery

Shock, a millionaire from a tyke in a year, a millionaire from a tyke in a year

I live as if I won in Lotto



[Verse 4: Taco Hemingway]

I'm staying at Muranow again

Kuba flee to Zanzibar

I'm still out of time, I'm making music

I don't even know when I will spend this money

Prometheus, when I spit fire

I get more and more lost when I record

Instead of Filip, I wrote Taco on the contract

That's bad, I might need to change bank

I keep singing the same stuff, Fifi barrel organ

They keep asking me when I will drop a album

This train to fame is a real chariot

They wanted to lead me, like a character in Sims

Give me some Simoleons

Old Fifi, new plans

Veni Vidi Vici, like Potter Harry

Come one Que, quick eco diesel on BP and we're off