SB Maffija Hotel Maffija 3 Lyrics English Translation
Good morning Poland, this is Hotel Maffija 3
We chase dreams or Elon Musk’s rockets
Ghosts sleep under the pillow because we want to live
If not the avenue of stars, there are supposed to be keys to the city
Good morning Poland, this is Hotel Maffija 3
We chase dreams or Elon Musk’s rockets
Ghosts sleep under the pillow because we want to live
If not the avenue of stars, there are supposed to be keys to the city
I remember going back to the trap, let’s relive it again
Consent will build us bridges, but you must build consent yourself
I was blown by the wind of great changes, and today the direction – only forward
I believe that under every burned bridge lies a buried axe
The sun comes out after the storm, you have to build not tear down
And all this may not have been here, because once my mother wanted to strangle me for rapping
I guess I backed off and I’m going in a different direction
I’m sorry, I’m very sorry, but I just turned your head
Third hotel, today I have a big wallet in my pocket
A decade ago I had one on Konwaliowa
Quebo, Białas and Tomb were idols
Prosperity and flow, drinks and lols
Behind us are many years of struggle, tears shed
Fifth era of SB Mafia, bitch we got a gang
There is no hierarchy here, everyone is a boss
Although many bitter words were said
I shout to everyone “sweet dreams!”
It smells like skunk in Międzyzdroje
Buch looks at it all
Good morning Poland, this is Hotel Maffija 3
We chase dreams or Elon Musk’s rockets
Ghosts sleep under the pillow because we want to live
If not the avenue of stars, there are supposed to be keys to the city
The first era of SB – I’m a fan
I wonder “Do I have it?”
Second era of SB – I’m in the game
Now we have everything twice
I’m wearing a diamond chain
And a black belt in carats
And I can feel like Gucci Mane
Let me know if you want to make a face
I’d rather call my mom than meet those ladies
I’m not impressed that you and Alan played truant
Stick to the frame, we won’t shit
Pork chops, calamari, dollars in pockets, Jager-fucked gars
We will never enter any fucking framework
When will there be money and fame? I don’t know, so far I’m sticking with it
I came here from Poznań, I have a few verses to record ahead of me
Solar tells me I can roll it better
And if it’s worth it, honestly
Since I was in the starter, I don’t need to be on Tinder
I will find Poland, but the sun is like in El Paso
I had brown, I got high on tomato
8 hours in the bus and the potato is pouring out
I was going to come with a Benz, but I prefer with the class (to be)
Good morning Poland, this is Hotel Maffija 3
We chase dreams or Elon Musk’s rockets
Ghosts sleep under the pillow because we want to live
If not the avenue of stars, there are supposed to be keys to the city
