Warsaw, What You've Done To Me Lyrics

So you came to show me that you're better than me

You don't have to tell me I already know

You got brands, marks, money, friends, you got everything I'd need

If I were f..cking boring bum

You eat better way, then you shit better way, everything about it

You read in the magazine

I wonder how much ink you have to put under your skin until it blows

Your fancy nose

Look at that girl, she's a motherfucking artist

Somebody call a doctor, she's getting too fantastic

Well, she is depressed, but then whatever

She's gonna put some happy shit on facebook and it's better

After a while it doesn't really matter, the only thing that matters is she's gonna feel like heaven

After booze and new tattoes, and let her laugh

Meantime I'm gonna cry for her like that:

Warsaw, what you've done to me

No I don't wanna spend the rest of my life

Begging people that I hate to like my vibe where

The only way to prove that you are real

Is to take a photo of your fancy meal

Now what the hell is this, man, what kind of a circus

Every day I wonder where did normal people go

When I'm on the streets of Warsaw I feel like I'm juggling

Ridin on a one-wheel bike

Sometimes I get terrified at night

When I wake up dreaming that I act like that

Truth is in a place where they will put it

Place is where you gonna lick their ass

Call me when I'm in Miami honey, I'll be playin gigs for fun and crowds

See you on a main stage, I will send you love

Meantime I'm gonna cry for you like that:

Warsaw, what you've done to me