Lyrics of Dessverre - Lars Vaular

Dessverre - Lars Vaular
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Date of issue: 12.11.2015
Song language: Norwegian

Dessverre

(original)
Men folk preiker om fucking kor mikrofoner ska stå
I rommet, med fucking Pro Tools, eg har no tools, mann
Eg kan gjøre dette her med ingenting, med fucking nothing
Hæ, du?
Kan ikkje komme å fortelle
Meg, en ting om det herre
Meg, en ting om det derre
Dessverre, dessverre
Har respekt for mine foreldre
Eg har aldri sotte i spjeldet
Alt kunne vært så mye verre
Eg bare gjør det til en karriere
Hadde en hvit uke, ble så jævla stolt
Mann, det er flaut, mann, det er fjernt for vanlige folk
Men eg har aldri hengt med vanlige folk, jo vent
Gjorde det når eg var tolv
Eg gikk til legen for å ta en kontroll
Legen sa til meg eg ikkje hadde kontroll
Når eg kom på trikken så var det kontroll
Når eg er på trikken, eg betaler med kort
Tilbake som Arnold Schwarzenegger
Imsdal oppi mitt plastbeger
Halvparten av dine problemer e mediaskapt, som sjakkfeber
Overlistet av overskrifter som «Kem skjøt Siv Jensen?»
Mennesker diskuterer på feil premisser
Det er den vanlige tendensen
Eg er på statsministerens spillelister
Til og med når jeg disser hon
Hon kommer på konserten med selfiestang
Og bodyguard — for no' pusterom
Eg elsker fansen uansett bakgrunn
Tester grensen uansett avgrunn
Teksten min flyter som flaskepost som aldri ender opp på havets bunn, du
Kan ikkje komme å fortelle
Meg, en ting om det herre
Meg, en ting om det derre
Dessverre, dessverre
Eg har aldri sotte i spjeldet
Har respekt for mine foreldre
Alt kunne vært så mye verre
Eg bare gjør det til en karriere
Eg ville alltid rappe som Mike T
Ville alltid rappe som Mike T
I min white T i mine Nikes
Mike T, Mike T, Mike T, Mike T
Hadde troen lenge før eg hadde roen
Hadde troen lenge før eg hadde noe
Ga meg troen, sa eg hadde det i blodet
Va på sporet, sa eg hadde det i hodet
Vet ka et hjelpende ord kan gi
Vet ka et hjelpende ord kan bety
Eg skrev et brev til Pimp C, les om det i hans biografi
Det gjorde meg så fokusert, du e så passé
Mann, eg kutter opp spillet, det er så partert, så syk
Kunne handicap parkert men eg får ikkje sertifikatet
Eg e retardert, juridisk utilregnelig
Eg e lyrisk utilnærmerlig
Eg bare spyr ut rim i det uendelige
Som Beanie Sigel på The Dynasty
Rett opp i kjeften som Pepsodent
Lagde «Rett opp og ned» og eg ble fort kjent
De går rett opp og ned og de blir fort glemt
Dibi Dibi Sound-bois blir oppbrent
Bryr meg fuck all om en fuckboy
Sier fuck off til en fuckboy
No er det nok, bare stop, boy
Top boy i din blokk, boy
No e det nok, no e det nok, bare stop, boy
Eg har alltid lurt på koffor folk skal bli så sur for
At eg sier nei når eg sier nei til råd som eg ikkje har bruk for
Dårlig råd har ingen bruk for, dårlig råd har ingen bruk for
Mann, skremte penger tar ingen lenger
Eg er overalt som gult hår, plutselig
Overalt som gult hår, plutselig
Overalt som gult hår
Yo, eg har alltid lurt på
Koffor skal du komme å fortelle
Meg, en ting om det herre
Meg, en ting om det derre
Dessverre, dessverre
Eg har aldri sotte i spjeldet
Har respekt for mine foreldre
Alt kunne vært så mye verre
Eg bare gjør det til en karriere
Eg bare gjør det til en karriere
Eg bare gjorde det til en karriere
Dessverre, dessverre
(translation)
But people are preaching about fucking choir microphones to stand
In the room, with fucking Pro Tools, I have no tools, man
I can do this here with nothing, with fucking nothing
Hey, you?
Can not come to tell
Me, one thing about that gentleman
Me, one thing about that
Unfortunately, unfortunately
Have respect for my parents
I have never sucked in the damper
Everything could have been so much worse
I'm just making it a career
Had a white week, was so fucking proud
Man, it's embarrassing, man, it's far for ordinary people
But I've never hung out with ordinary people, wait
Did it when I was twelve
I went to the doctor to have a checkup
The doctor told me I had no control
When I got on the tram there was control
When I'm on the tram, I pay by card
Back as Arnold Schwarzenegger
Imsdal in my plastic cup
Half of your problems are media-created, such as chess fever
Listed by headlines like "Who shot Siv Jensen?"
People discuss on the wrong premises
This is the usual trend
I'm on the Prime Minister's playlists
Even when I diss her
She comes to the concert with a selfie stick
And bodyguard - for no 'respite
I love the fans regardless of background
Tests the boundary regardless of the abyss
My text flows like bottle mail that never ends up on the ocean floor, you
Can not come to tell
Me, one thing about that gentleman
Me, one thing about that
Unfortunately, unfortunately
I have never sucked in the damper
Have respect for my parents
Everything could have been so much worse
I'm just making it a career
I always wanted to rap like Mike T
Always wanted to rap like Mike T
In my white T in my Nikes
Mike T, Mike T, Mike T, Mike T
Had faith long before I had peace
Had faith long before I had anything
Gave me faith, said I had it in my blood
Was on the track, said I had it in my head
Know what a helping word can give
Know what a helping word can mean
I wrote a letter to Pimp C, read about it in his biography
It made me so focused, you e so passé
Man, I'm cutting up the game, it's so parted, so sick
Could handicap parked but I do not get the certificate
I'm retarded, legally erratic
I am lyrically unapproachable
I just spit out rhymes indefinitely
Like Beanie Sigel on The Dynasty
Straight up in the mouth like Pepsodent
Made "Straight up and down" and I quickly got to know each other
They go straight up and down and they are quickly forgotten
Dibi Dibi Sound-bois gets burned
I care fuck all about a fuckboy
Says fuck off to a fuckboy
Now that's enough, just stop, boy
Top boy in your block, boy
No it's enough, no it's enough, just stop, boy
I've always wondered about suitcases people get so mad about
That I say no when I say no to advice that I do not need
Bad advice has no use, bad advice has no use
Man, scared money no one takes anymore
I am everywhere like yellow hair, suddenly
Everywhere like yellow hair, suddenly
Everywhere like yellow hair
Yo, I've always wondered
Suitcase you will come to tell
Me, one thing about that gentleman
Me, one thing about that
Unfortunately, unfortunately
I have never sucked in the damper
Have respect for my parents
Everything could have been so much worse
I'm just making it a career
I'm just making it a career
I just made it a career
Unfortunately, unfortunately
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Artist lyrics: Lars Vaular