ĆWIERĆWIEKU Lyrics (English Translation) – Mata, Oki

Read the full ĆWIERĆWIEKU (English Translation) lyrics by Mata and Oki along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Mata’s music, you can also explore HA HA HA and HATERS GONNA HATE, two other songs by Mata.

[Verse 1: Mat]
I’ve been walking on this sidewalk for a fu*king quarter of a century.
So don’t tell me anything, you idiot, what’s allowed here, right?
If I played by their rules, I’d have a s*itload less receipt.
And a s*itload less swag, and I have everything I want.
Fu*k the fake friends, they say whatever I want.
\ with too much mileage, they’ll do whatever I want.
Mercedes and BMWs aren’t everything I want.
Happy ending in my life, is that all I want? No
I’ve been walking on this sidewalk for a quarter of a fu*king century.
So don’t tell me anything, you idiot, what’s allowed here, right?
If I played by their rules, I’d have a s*itload less receipt.

And a s*itload less swag, and I have everything I want.
Fu*k the fake friends, they say whatever I want.
\ with too much mileage, they do whatever I want.
Mercedes and BMWs aren’t everything I want.
Happy ending in my life, is that all I want? No
There are things more important than happiness, feelings greater than love.
Give us health, dear God, so it doesn’t fall off in old age.
There have been many who made it to the top.
But they fell from the top as soon as the wind got stronger.
You wanted Nelly Furtado here, and there will be Daria Zawiałow.
Because Matheo made the beat for us, we’re drinking somewhere near Warsaw.
Thanks, Pedro, BeMelo, for keeping up the level.
Although they don’t appreciate you in the rap community in Poland.

[Verse 2: Okey]
I’ve been walking on this sidewalk for a fu*king quarter of a century.
But give me six seconds, I’ll take anything I want.
Fu*k the broskies on the block, my shorties on the side.
A little blood on the pavement, but who’s been there knows.
I’d never quit rap, but who knows.
I’d never jump off a roof, but who knows.
Yeah, a brother with an arrest warrant, but who’s been there knows.
One With a love letter, but that’s not it.
Call me fu*king Gen Z (Hey), slum dog, b!tch (Hey)
From a brat to a multi-millie, yeah (Hey)

Dirty tank top and I play punk rock (Tank top), you pay Ghillie Killie, yeah
I still play it clean, but they messed up my table (Mm, mm)
One wheel, two wheel, and that’s how they wheelie (Mm)
They invented my image, she invented my haircut.
Quebo wrote me a number, because she’s retired, yeah.
I’m not a rapper at all, because that’s s*it, not a genre.
They’ve been hanging on me for a quarter of a century, I’m their rope.

[Outro: Mata & Oki]
Give me— lice— lice— everything I want, lice— (Everything)
All the best.
I have (??) no.
I’ll take everything I want.
Fu*king quarter century
Everything I want (Motherfu*kers)
A fu*king quarter of a century
But whoever was there knows