Mój Przyjaciel, Biegacz Lyrics – English Translation (Gimpson)

[Verse 1: Friend Ignacy, Gimpson]
I guarantee at your current weight,
you’ll run a hundred meters and be completely gassed.
‘Cause trail running is my real workout.
I won’t waste another dime on a kebab.

Come on, let’s go for a kebab!
I’ve already crushed three—that’s where the fun starts. (Am, am, am)
Another energy drink, a sip, dopamine hits.
I’m fucking strong—I even conquered my father-in-law.

I’ll bet you all that sewage you keep
in your little medicine cabinet, you stupid fool. (Hahahaha)
So let me be straight: you’re killing your liver.
Put down the syringe and call an ambulance.

I care about my health, thank you very much.
Running’s fine, just like walking with purpose.
I’ll beat you, man—get to work.
Don’t be a runner, Mr. Polewacy.

Alcohol’s been out of my mind forever, you idiot.
Don’t you have a court date in district court?
I used to be a jerk, today it doesn’t matter.
You’ll be convicted again for slander.

[Chorus: Friend Ignacy, Gimpson]
I run light, I’m eager to run.
I’ll hit another yard on my tendon.
It’s absurd, Tomek, how…
you passionately push this nasty nonsense.

I don’t know what hurts you non-stop.
My muscles are growing beautifully on their own.
I’ll boost the power of my gains with my father-in-law.
‘Cause I play with cheats all the time.

[Verse 2: Gimpson, Friend Ignacy]
You’re so smart online—they’re licking your ass.
You like big words? Then get the fuck out, fast.
I’m so pumped I’ll run circles around you.
You wouldn’t even get out of bed without Medikinet.

You think you have a family?
You call me “daddy” ’cause I created you.
I’m the father here—I have a family life.
And you’re out there insulting poor women on Zgrzyt again?

I see you laughing, you fucking piece of shit.
You’re about to burst like a condom.
Family is everything—it’s that simple, you idiot.
You can have an open mind, but not a real connection.

What I’ve had is mine—Kasia, Asia, Monia.
You’ve got a Garmin measuring your heart rate while you jerk off.
You wanted to bring the new school to Poland: “skrrrt”.
Now you’re just an ordinary weasel eating fucking Skyr.

[Chorus: Friend Ignacy, Gimpson]
I run light, I’m eager to run.
I’ll hit another yard on my hamstring.
It’s absurd, Tomek, how…
you passionately push this nasty nonsense.

I don’t know what hurts you non-stop.
My muscles are growing beautifully on their own.
With my father-in-law, I’ll boost the power of my gains.
‘Cause I play with cheats all the time.

[Outro: Ad-libs]
(I run light… absurd… gains… cheats…)