L.U.C Sesja Nie Procesja – Sesja Poczeka lyrics
Sesja Nie Procesja – Sesja Poczeka
L.U.C
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[Intro]
He finally realized that...
[Chorus]
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
What would they do withouth this lively party city?
[Verse 1]
(Yeah)
Fortunately, regularly like a young filly
Every week, on Thursday goodies would be served
All the homies, like one body, already emptied a quarter glass
Undergrad is not a cactus, gotta drink, even with a tramp
The city is calling for party, nightclubs are worth a sip
This is Thursday, the weekend-starter
Ascent to the clouds, then back to ground on all fours (Yeah)
Debt, remorse, hangover are the price of having fun
Girls and beer are better when they're open
Sex without commitment, like a pre-paid phone
Brains grinded to flakes like an ice cream topping
On Sunday the hangover poop, like a colourful go-cart
Is towing a hearse full of dead brain cells
Everyone needs this hard reset from time to time
Intestines tied in a bow, sad face
Brains stunned and wrinkled like the skin on nipples
On the exam, your only hope is in your jacket
And in the little paper prompt boxes
[Chorus]
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
[Verse 2]
Living one big party, beer and weed
Refrigerator full of poverty
When having munchies, go to Tesco
Once a half thousand "Grześki" chocolate bars
Went along on the shopping cart, like fuel to the USA
Let's make praise songs to sweet rolls, monuments to the candy bars
A homie sustained himself on potato chips and Haribo for two years
Until his liver extinguished like a light bulb
Meanwhile L.U.C would have dumplings in the "Bywalec" bistro
Sitting next to a hobo smacking on his cabbage soup
And his troll-like friend who once fell asleep after beef roulades
And his face hit the plate, like a bottle hits a shot glass
Like an earphone, a strawberry from porridge got stuck in his ear
At the counters, some urchin boy, skinny like a plank
Is stuffing meat into his pockets, his trousers are drenched with sauce
Suddenly the table starts shaking
An inch from the plate, a bare foot appears
Its toenails are in pieces, like the Polish motorway network
Like on some fucking meadow, beach or lawn!
The student looks upwards and sees such a phenomenon:
Like a puffball, with puffy sleeves, an apron-wearing cook appears over him
She's crossing out an item from the menu, because
They just ran out of chicken heart stew
[Chorus]
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
[Outro]
Let's go down to the creek
Let's go down to the creek
Let's go down to the creek
Let's go down to the creek
I'll soak the bun in the water
And we'll share it together
He finally realized that...
[Chorus]
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
What would they do withouth this lively party city?
[Verse 1]
(Yeah)
Fortunately, regularly like a young filly
Every week, on Thursday goodies would be served
All the homies, like one body, already emptied a quarter glass
Undergrad is not a cactus, gotta drink, even with a tramp
The city is calling for party, nightclubs are worth a sip
This is Thursday, the weekend-starter
Ascent to the clouds, then back to ground on all fours (Yeah)
Debt, remorse, hangover are the price of having fun
Girls and beer are better when they're open
Sex without commitment, like a pre-paid phone
Brains grinded to flakes like an ice cream topping
On Sunday the hangover poop, like a colourful go-cart
Is towing a hearse full of dead brain cells
Everyone needs this hard reset from time to time
Intestines tied in a bow, sad face
Brains stunned and wrinkled like the skin on nipples
On the exam, your only hope is in your jacket
And in the little paper prompt boxes
[Chorus]
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
[Verse 2]
Living one big party, beer and weed
Refrigerator full of poverty
When having munchies, go to Tesco
Once a half thousand "Grześki" chocolate bars
Went along on the shopping cart, like fuel to the USA
Let's make praise songs to sweet rolls, monuments to the candy bars
A homie sustained himself on potato chips and Haribo for two years
Until his liver extinguished like a light bulb
Meanwhile L.U.C would have dumplings in the "Bywalec" bistro
Sitting next to a hobo smacking on his cabbage soup
And his troll-like friend who once fell asleep after beef roulades
And his face hit the plate, like a bottle hits a shot glass
Like an earphone, a strawberry from porridge got stuck in his ear
At the counters, some urchin boy, skinny like a plank
Is stuffing meat into his pockets, his trousers are drenched with sauce
Suddenly the table starts shaking
An inch from the plate, a bare foot appears
Its toenails are in pieces, like the Polish motorway network
Like on some fucking meadow, beach or lawn!
The student looks upwards and sees such a phenomenon:
Like a puffball, with puffy sleeves, an apron-wearing cook appears over him
She's crossing out an item from the menu, because
They just ran out of chicken heart stew
[Chorus]
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the last Mecca of amnesia
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
Studies: it's the river of tasting
Exams are not a procession, exams can wait
[Outro]
Let's go down to the creek
Let's go down to the creek
Let's go down to the creek
Let's go down to the creek
I'll soak the bun in the water
And we'll share it together
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