SPEŁNIONY Lyrics (English Translation) – vkie

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[Producer tag]
Mustang on the beat, ha

[Chorus]
We got cheese, we got bread, we got cake, we got a smile
$lut, I’m fulfilled
I’m flying here, I’m flying there — I’m flying in your headphones
You know who’s talking from this side
I’m not dancing on TikTok for promo, but the algorithm likes me anyway
I’m calling for what’s due me, not for help
Blood, sweat and tears, this is my story
A lot of homies have left you lately
Maybe think about it, maybe change your way
For you, no time is ever a good time
And to talk about what you’re doing is not good
Now I have control, I don’t give in to the evenings anymore
More hay than them, and I don’t ride around
A little girl calls me, tells me she’s going through a horror
‘Cause I went to make hay, and not to her

[Verse]
Everything I do is fu*ked up — the young listen
Little b!tch, I have something in your fly – you have to eat it
Sometimes I suffer, but we still can’t get enough
Always a hundred – you do it, like halfway
Thank you that I’m healthy, and in the meantime she’s winding me up here
So that I can fu*k her without Durex
$lut, I don’t want HIV, $lut, I don’t want AIDS
And when I get out, I don’t want to remember
Zero-zero PESEL, so the yard in my memory
Pathological family, so I have troubles in my blood
You were like a brother to me – how could you desecrate that? Lately everyone’s been letting me down – I’m breaking off contacts like tags
Yeah, I’m still flying above, even though I’m afraid of heights
Yeah, she doesn’t take her eyes off me when I enter her domain
Still at a fast pace, always running after hay
You play the lottery, I had nothing to eat And it left an imprint

[Chorus]
We’ve got cheese, we’ve got bread, we’ve got cake, we’ve got a smile
$lut, I’m fulfilled
I’m flying here, I’m flying there – I’m flying in your headphones
You know who’s talking from this side
I don’t dance on TikTok for promo, but the algorithm likes me a lot anyway
I’m calling for what’s due me, not for help
Blood, sweat and tears, this is my story
A lot of homies have left you lately
Maybe think about it, maybe change your way
For you, no time is ever a good time
And to talk about what you’re doing wrong
Now I have control, I don’t give in to the evenings anymore
More hay than they, well I don’t ride
A little girl calls me and tells me she’s going through a horror
Because I went to make hay, well not to her