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 Otwarcie
2 Zalew
3 Szukam
4 L.O.V.E
5 Kandydaci Na Szaleńców
6 Mierzymy Się Wzrokiem
7 Naucz Mnie Czegoś
8 Nic Wbrew Sobie
9 Żywioły
10 Zanim Znajdziemy
11 Druga Strona
12 Mój Świat
13 Tribute to Hank 2 (Skit)
14 W Deszczu i w Upale
15 Zamknięcie
16 & The Lunatics Zegar Tyka
17 Studio, Scena, Łóżko
18 Z Tym, Co w Sobie Mam
19 Głód Zwycięstwa
20 Biała Laska W Kusej Sukni Z Folii
21 Tam, Gdzie Chcę
22 Happy Home
23 Mój Świat - The Soulists Remix
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