Na Hrade - Gleb

Šúlam cigu hore na hrade

Veľa dymu v mojôm výhľade

Utekáme pred problémom

Chceme mať svoje mesto čo najďalej

Brr, oni chcú pohodu a disko

Ja donesiem anarchiu ako Sex Pistols

Gleb, včera si to prepískol

Pál do **** so svojou mäkkou pesničkou

Je mi jedno koľko si obsadil rebríčkov

Iba debil si s tebou dává selfíčko

Ja mám drinky a cigy cez celý stôl

A serem svoje mesto jak revízor

Pod mojim stagom je miesto pre všetkých

Stoja tam lezby a nerdi, zicherka v uchu

A dredy, skaty, snapbacky, tučný

Chudý, žltý, čierny, bledý

Je mi jedno či si metlák alebo nortcore

Na mojej show idú predsudky bokom

Celý deň v aute, celý deň nespím

No na stagi sme jak punkové hviezdy

Je mi jedno či si vyjetý alebo triezvy

Bav sa jak chceš ja nejsom tvoja matka

Bav sa jak chceš na všetko prídeš zajtra sám

Ja iba robím čo pre seba, svôj klan

Viem že máš tisíce fans

Ale nikto z nich nejde rave ako moji

Viem že máš tisíce fans

No keď pozreš pod stage, tak každý z nich stojí

Stále chceš byť big americký rap

No žiaľ pre teba si Slovák jak repa

Halušky a bryndza to je tvoj trap life

Keby ťa videla mama v telke tak by ťa prepla

Hudba, je tvôj najbližší fellák

No pravda je taká, že ťa vôbec nemá rád

Máš zlý rap a pre teba neexistuje reparát

Ja šúlam cigu hore na hrade

Veľa dymu v mojom výhľade

Utekáme pred problémom

Chceme mať svoje mesto čo najďalej

Utekáme pred problémom

A spíme v Jägermeister karavane

Čas, cash, kľud, boj

To sú veci, ktoré naháňame

Ja šúlam cigu hore na hrade

Veľa dymu v mojom výhľade

Utekáme pred problémom

Chceme mať svoje mesto čo najďalej

Utekáme pred problémom

A spíme v Jägermeister karavane

Čas, cash, kľud, boj

To sú veci, ktoré naháňame

A som opitý ako môj DJ

Na sebe streetwear a ne Lacoste

Jazdíme po ulici jak na doske

Parkujeme káru pri Starom moste

Do šiestej rána sedíme na Dunaji

A tlačíme do seba tie zlé činy

Doma sa zaseknem vo výťahu (Ah)

A skysnem tam asi na dve hodiny

Moja životospráva byvá odporná

Ako obchodná ulica v noci

Jeden debil grcá, druhý debil močí

Tretí debil sa a bije a štvrtý to točí

A v klube sa tváriš jak 50 Cent

Ale vo vačku máš iba 50 cent

Som Gopnik verzus inteligent

Rozhadzujem rukami na majku jak dirigent

Dovi a dopi dneska si dosť pil

Si blbý Jackass jak Johnny Knoxville

Fotky a posty a ku nim popis jak postih

Je mi jedno kto s kým a čo s kým

Pumpy, bagety, toasty, stále sa vozím

Tie tupé kozy majú iba kozy

Keď mi niečo vravia padám do narkózy

I’m so busy, bitch get of me

Ľudia bývajú doterný jak osy

Odkusnem im za to hlavu jak Ozzy

Zotriem ich ako stierace losy

Chceš byť jak ja?

Mou ale čo si?

Život kráľa je skurvene hrozný

A veď ten tvôj je sladký jak hrozno

Prestaň byť zas opustený jak ostrov

Nebuď Mongol, choď von, mám program

Ja šúlam cigu hore na hrade

Veľa dymu v mojom výhľade

Utekáme pred problémom

Chceme mať svoje mesto čo najďalej

Utekáme pred problémom

A spíme v Jägermeister karavane (Yeah)

Čas, cash, kľud, boj (Ah yeah, ah)

To sú veci, ktoré naháňame

Ja šúlam cigu hore na hrade

Veľa dymu v mojom výhľade

Utekáme pred problémom

Chceme mať svoje mesto čo najďalej

Utekáme pred problémom

A spíme v Jägermeister karavane

Čas, cash, kľud, boj

To sú veci, ktoré naháňame

I roll a cigar up in the castle

Lots of smoke in my view

We are running away from the problem

We want to have our city as far as possible

Brr, they want chill and disco

I will bring anarchy like the Sex Pistols

Gleb, you blew it yesterday

Burn to the **** with your soft song

I don't care how many rankings you have

Only a moron takes a selfie with you

I have drinks and cigarettes all over the table

And I fuck my city like an auditor

There is a place for everyone under my stag

There are lesbians and nerds standing there, zicherka in their ears

And dreadlocks, skates, snapbacks, fat

Lean, yellow, black, pale

I don't care if you're a punk or a nortcore

On my show, prejudices go aside

All day in the car, all day without sleep

Well, we're like punk stars on stage

I don't care if you're high or sober

Have as much fun as you want, I'm not your mother

Have as much fun as you want, you'll figure it all out tomorrow yourself

I'm just doing what for me, my clan

I know you have thousands of fans

But none of them go to raves like mine

I know you have thousands of fans

Well, if you look under the stage, each of them is standing

You still want to be big American rap

Well, unfortunately for you, you're Slovak like a turnip

Dumplings and cheese, that's your trap life

If your mother saw you on TV, she would spank you

Music is your closest fella

Well, the truth is that he doesn't like you at all

You've got a bad rap and there's no reparation for you

I roll a cigar up in the castle

Lots of smoke in my view

We are running away from the problem

We want to have our city as far as possible

We are running away from the problem

And we sleep in the Jägermeister caravan

Time, cash, peace, fight

Those are the things we chase

I roll a cigar up in the castle

Lots of smoke in my view

We are running away from the problem

We want to have our city as far as possible

We are running away from the problem

And we sleep in the Jägermeister caravan

Time, cash, peace, fight

Those are the things we chase

And I'm drunk like my DJ

Wearing streetwear and not Lacoste

We drive down the street like on a board

We park the car near the Old Bridge

We sit on the Danube until six in the morning

And we push those bad actions into ourselves

I get stuck in the elevator at home (Ah)

And I'll be there for about two hours

My lifestyle is disgusting

Like a shopping street at night

One moron grunts, the other moron urinates

The third fools around and beats and the fourth spins it

And you act like 50 Cent in the club

But you only have 50 cents in your pocket

I'm Gopnik versus intelligent

I throw my hands at my mother like a conductor

You've had enough to drink today

You're a jackass jackass like Johnny Knoxville

Photos and posts and a description of the penalty

I don't care who with whom and what with whom

Pumps, bagels, toast, I'm still driving

Those dumb goats only have goats

When they tell me something, I fall under anesthesia

I'm so busy, bitch get off me

People tend to be intrusive like wasps

I'll bite their head off like Ozzy for that

I'll wipe them out like scratch cards

Do you want to be like me?

But what are you?

The life of a king is bloody awful

And yours is as sweet as grapes

Stop being abandoned like an island again

Don't be a Mongol, get out, I have an agenda

I roll a cigar up in the castle

Lots of smoke in my view

We are running away from the problem

We want to have our city as far as possible

We are running away from the problem

And we sleep in a Jägermeister caravan (Yeah)

Time, cash, peace, fight (Ah yeah, ah)

Those are the things we chase

I roll a cigar up in the castle

Lots of smoke in my view

We are running away from the problem

We want to have our city as far as possible

We are running away from the problem

And we sleep in the Jägermeister caravan

Time, cash, peace, fight

Those are the things we chase