Lyrics Tribute to Hank 2 (Skit) - Ten Typ Mes
Charles
Bukowski
Uh,
those
who
say
the
poet
is
very
private
and
precious
person,
I
don't
agree
with.
Generally,
he
is
just
a
dumb,
fiddling
asshole
writing
insecure
lines
that
don't
come
through,
believing
he's
immortal,
waiting
for
his
immortality
which
never
arrives.
Because
the
poor
fucker
just
can't
write.
Most
poets,
coets,
whoets,
carrots,
can't
even
write
a
simple
line.
Like,
"
The
dog
walked
down
the
street."
Nothing
should
ever
be
done
that
should
be
done.
It
has
to
come
out
like
a
good
hot
beer
shit.
1 Tam, Gdzie Chcę
2 Otwarcie
3 Zalew
4 Szukam feat. Dj Twister
5 L.O.V.E
6 Mierzymy Się Wzrokiem
7 Naucz Mnie Czegoś
8 Nic Wbrew Sobie feat. Wdowa
9 Zanim Znajdziemy
10 Druga Strona feat. K8 & Pjus
11 Mój Świat feat. Zeus
12 Tribute to Hank 2 (Skit)
13 W Deszczu i w Upale
14 Zamknięcie
15 Zegar Tyka
16 Studio, Scena, Łóżko
17 Z Tym, Co w Sobie Mam
18 Głód Zwycięstwa
19 Biała Laska W Kusej Sukni Z Folii
20 Tam, Gdzie Chcę
21 Happy Home
22 Mój Świat feat. Zeus (The Soulists Remix)
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