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Udahni, pusti

Udahni i pusti

Udahni i pusti, daleko plovi brod

Udahni i pusti, taj svet nije

Tvoj

Ponekad voleo bih da umaknem nekud

Voleo bih da jednostavno nestanem

Voleo bih da jednostavno prestanem

Da budem sve što post’o sam nakon svoje petnaeste

Samo je tada bilo effortless

Sada sam nešto k’o hologram

Sada tu sam i nisam i zurim u lica

Nekapirajući ništa od ovoga

Tik-tik i postpopularnost

Jao čekaj, jel' ti beše onaj reper?

Sad te nema nigde a pre te bilo stalno

Naj fan sam tebe, IDJa i Cece

Ja volim sve u isto vreme

Zato što sam millennial kreten

Samo da sam prvi comment nakon pesme

I fotka za mreže i potpis na listu od sveske

Tik-tik i postidentitet

Nije MC, piše neke knjige

Nije pisac, piše neke rime

Ni PN ni BG, adresa iz lične je nigde

Kao korov, niče gde stigne

I čujem da se meša u politiku

A znamo povod smišljene igre

Za pare da nam podeli po kritiku

A to je mali paćenik i strani plaćenik

I bilo bi bolje da je za glavu skraćen

I da pusti nas na miru da slavimo svoje ruglo i ambis

Nemoj da daviš!

Tik-tik i postrealizam

Devedesete ispred i iza

Svi pukli, samo nek pucaju

Predsednik i dalje drži čas fašizma

Kao da sam dva’es godina bio u komi i probudio se danas

Potpuni stranac, sav sam k’o magla k’o sablast

Prošlosti balast nije moj svet, nije mi jasan

Ukrašen grad k’o Zorica Brunclik

Džiberski naslovi svuda za klik

Ceo dan s medija laže te lik

Piša ti u usta a ti moliš za bis

Beda i kič, beznađe ljiga i šminka

Sve dok ih 'zika sa Pinka

Lagano vozika kod šrinka

Žaba se skuvala živa, evo me s njom u šerpi

A što li je to moja briga i čije bukagije teglim

Zato blindiram sebe i nižem bližnje pod palubom barke Nojeve

Ali čujem iz komore sve što izgovore

Gore iz Gomore i Sodome i kažem

Udahni

Udahni i pusti, daleko plovi brod

Udahni i pusti, taj svet nije tvoj

Tik-tik i Eminem srpski

Kažem «hvala» a mislim se «crkni»

Da me sad lupi auto il' tramvaj

Eto šta bi pamtili manje-više sve kad se skupi

I zato mi je dobro u rupi

Jer gore je govana pomama

Kad je nenormalno normalna pojava

Ostaje da budeš ili barka Nojeva ili glava bojeva

Vazda bolje da padnem u zaborav nego pad na kolena

Naš svet je ovca i gazda kolje ga

Istina gola a svi kul s tim k’o da smo Ada Bojana

Post-postskriptum

Ovih dana si betoniram kriptu

Kriptonitom ispod ne dam nikom

Čisto inkognito pa i superljude smatram viškom

Istom pričom dave savetodavno

A neću ničiji savet odavno

Dao sam sebi zavet uglavnom da mi grafikon duše izgleda ravno

Da me ne dotiče i ne pogađa

Černobilj ovdašnji, java iz košmara, ljudi bez obraza

Nije rov da puca no da ne bi puk’o od poraza

I zato odbij — šta ćeš ovde sa bombom u katakombi?

I nema nade, nada je sada zombi

Otkinutom vilicom tužno se smeši i kopni

Psihoze obučene u lica

Bauljaju do posla i nazad

Savile se šipke i kičma

I koji ću im ja kurac da ih smaram?

Zato utisak nedelje — ja neopredeljen

Ne želim ni da čujem, da vidim, da jedem

Sve pripadam nepripadanju

Samom sebi sam varka

Ukidam i Marčela i Marka da umaknem nekud

Da jednostavno nestanem

Da jednostavno prestanem

Da budem sve što post’o sam nakon svoje petnaeste

Samo je tada bilo effortless

Sada sam nešto k’o utvara

Zatvaram vrata svog bunkera

Nagazim leš što zvao se Uteha i kažem

Udahni

Udahni i pusti

Udahni i pusti

Udahni i pusti

Udahni i pusti

Udahni i pusti

Udahni i pusti

Udahni i pusti, daleko plovi brod

Udahni i pusti, taj svet nije tvoj

Udahni i pusti, svet nije tvoj

Inhale, let go

Inhale and let go

Inhale and let go, the ship sails far

Breathe in and let go, that world is not

Yours

Sometimes I'd like to get away

I wish I could just disappear

I wish I could just stop

To be all that I fasted after I was fifteen

Only then was it effortless

Now I'm like a hologram

Now I'm here and I'm not and I'm staring at the faces

Not capturing any of this

Tick-tick and postpopularity

Alas, wait, was that your rapper?

Now you are nowhere and before you were permanent

I'm a fan of you, IDJa and Cece

I love everything at the same time

Because I'm a millennial jerk

Just to be the first comment after the song

And a photo for the networks and a signature on the notebook list

Tick-tick and identity

He is not an MC, he writes some books

He is not a writer, he writes some rhymes

Neither PN nor BG, personal address is nowhere

Like a weed, it grows where it reaches

And I hear he's interfering in politics

And we know the reason for the thoughtful game

For the money to share with us after the criticism

And that is a small martyr and a foreign mercenary

And it would be better if it was shortened by the head

And to leave us alone to celebrate our mockery and abyss

Don't choke!

Tick-tick and postrealism

Nineties ahead and behind

Everyone broke, just let them shoot

The president still holds a class of fascism

It's like I've been in a coma for two years and I woke up today

A complete stranger, I'm like a fog like a ghost

The ballast of the past is not my world, it is not clear to me

A decorated city like Zorica Brunclik

Dziber titles everywhere for a click

The character has been lying to you all day from the media

He pees in your mouth and you beg for an encore

Misery and kitsch, hopelessness, slime and make-up

As long as they're zika from Pink

Lightly drive at the shrinkage

The frog was cooked alive, here I am with her in a pot

And what is my concern and whose buccaneers am I hauling

So I armor myself and lower my neighbors under the deck of Noah's ark

But I hear from the chamber everything they say

Up from Gomorrah and Sodom and I say

Inhale

Inhale and let go, the ship sails far

Breathe in and let go, that world is not yours

Tick-tick and Eminem Serbian

I say "thank you" and I mean "die"

Let me be hit by a car or a tram

This is what you would remember more or less when you get together

And that's why I'm good in the hole

Because the craze is shit upstairs

When it is abnormally normal

It remains to be either Noah's ark or the head of the battle

It's always better to fall into oblivion than to fall to my knees

Our world is a sheep and the boss slaughters it

The truth is naked and everyone is cool with it as if we are Ada Bojana

Post-postscript

These days I'm concreting my crypt

I don't give kryptonite below to anyone

I consider pure incognito and even superhumans to be surplus

With the same story, he gives advice

And I won't take anyone's advice for a long time

I made a vow to myself mostly to make the chart of my soul look flat

Don't touch me and don't hit me

Chernobyl here, nightmares, faceless people

It is not a trench to shoot, but not to be defeated

And so refuse - what are you going to do here with the bomb in the catacombs?

And there is no hope, hope is now a zombie

With a torn jaw, he smiled sadly and nodded

Psychosis trained in faces

They go to work and back

The bars and spine are bent

And what the fuck am I going to do to bother them?

That's why the impression of the week - I'm undecided

I don’t even want to hear, to see, to eat

I belong to non-belonging

I am deceiving myself

I cancel both Marcello and Mark to get away somewhere

To just disappear

To just stop

To be all that I fasted after I was fifteen

Only then was it effortless

Now I'm like a ghost

I close the door of my bunker

I step on a corpse called Consolation and say

Inhale

Inhale and let go

Inhale and let go

Inhale and let go

Inhale and let go

Inhale and let go

Inhale and let go

Inhale and let go, the ship sails far

Breathe in and let go, that world is not yours

Breathe in and let go, the world is not yours