Aa pacifier when I had a pacifier in my mouth
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The guy drank some booze and drank a lot of turd
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No one should be jealous of that
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There was a divorce about which you dare to still be bitter
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That's why I had to move, but it was almost useless
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When you decided not to lose, you can't get to safety
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I can't understand this thing
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How did the judge decide that you have the right to see the children
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Ever since I was little, I got used to it
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We come to you every other weekend
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On Friday, we always keep our chests down, we are in trouble
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Ku knows what's coming again
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And I don't want to come along, but we have to make do
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The confusion won't stop for three days again
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A basket of beer from the first grocery store
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With breakfast, a pint of couscous and jaffa
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As always, the whole weekend, always on the go
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It started on Friday, and continued when we got home on Sunday
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Unemployed, employed, cottage, apartment
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It goes on until the morning and the guy never stops
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You have a blank look in your eyes, you smell of loose liquor
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You sleep until three, you have a bottle on the bedside table
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It opens when you open your eyes
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The whole day goes on like that, you say it's nothing bad
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A crying child urgently asks you not to drink anymore
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You say that it's our fault that we don't understand
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The voice becomes aggressive
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You move on to your favorite topic
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How my mother is a shitty person
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And how you wanted to beat it
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Better yet, how would you like to kill it
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Yes, I didn't feel like listening to that crap every time
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You tell sick stories with the kids while you're at the dock
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You wanted to teach about sex
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You talked about crazy things, damn it, I don't want to tell you about them
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Get to know his ugly world view
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Where it's all about the ass, nobody's wiser than you
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You idolize violence, you keep guns around
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"Negroes should be killed, every battery is a stupid whore"
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Narcissist, you place your mistakes on the shoulders of others
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Nothing is ever your fault, you don't apologize
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He didn't dare speak to his mother word for word
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There was drama, you would do something bad about it
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You were scary, quick-tempered, aggressive
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And I never felt safe
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Unohit picks up his sister from training as you were doing
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An hour later, mom took it home, I was exhausted
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You remembered it and went to visit us
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You could have said sorry, you started yelling and ranting
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Mom, tell me to remember that if you would listen sometimes
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And for a second, you decided to start with latty latti
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You pushed it against the wall and pulled it behind your fist
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A crazy glint in the eye ready to crush it
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But I grabbed your hand, you covered my eyes
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You pushed Ove out and slammed the door shut
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I told mom you don't get a restraining order
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It's just a new thing for you to come up with a crooked flap
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Heh, it wasn't always fun for us
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You told me that you should have killed and raped that whore then
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Damn, how sick, I felt good
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I just thought that I would beat you if I wasn't so small
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But what happened now, but he doesn't want it anymore
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Mom swore I couldn't do that
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And I respect that, but I don't respect you
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Fucking narcissistic mentally ill drunk sucks dick
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And it's not what you think
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Mother never spoke or said a bad word, we hear it
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You have mastered conflicts with strength
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And you have the gift of speech, you can manipulate others
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And I inherited that ability, I invented it sometime as a teenager
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So I'm immune to bullshit, it doesn't work for us
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You pull the strings behind everything
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Consider the unemployed drunk living on the money of a certain woman
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You play so many games, of course it's fine
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You are a real bloodsucker, crooked as a corkscrew
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You have talked so much about the hill
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You don't believe my own stuff
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Niinku Do you remember when it was my birthday?
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Or you don't remember my birthday
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But anyways it was my birthday then
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You had promised to take care of the dog's doctor
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You didn't have to, mom called you, you started yelling whore
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I heard it next to the call, damn I got mad
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I grabbed the cell phone, I collapsed in the yard
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Now let's clear up the situation, I'm not going to take your crap anymore
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You need to talk to me about a couple of things
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For the first time I dared to speak directly
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You are a wife beater, a drunkard whose promises cannot be trusted
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I explained everything that had happened
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If you want to not have a son yet, then start talking
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You couldn't take it, you didn't answer, you just started spinning |
You're so stupid that you're off topic
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I tried to wake you up, I tried to erase everything from my mind
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"Mommy, and the money isn't worth it, there's nothing wrong with it"
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You're not listening, this is my kid crying and raging
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Because it hurts me, you know, but you don't fucking listen
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You don't know anything else, I said don't ever call again
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I threw the phone at the wall and beat my knuckles
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That doesn't get the message across to the mentally ill
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At the same time, the conscience starts knocking too much
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The bubble bursts, a voice in your head torments you
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''Did I do something wrong? |
No, no sudden booze from here''
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It's bubbling back, conscience doesn't bother you
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''Aaah, everything's fine here again
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That whore brainwashed child should punch her in the head
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Listen to that skull, that would be a relief
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How the hell is that boy now?
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Hey, tell me you tried cannabis
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Well, that's how I am, but is it possible?
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That it has become a spiky junkie
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Now I can see it clearly, that's probably why''
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Wow, a couple of mobile days pass
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You decided to start calling everyone in your mother's family
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That Aleksi is itching to take the medicines and draw a line
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The best part was that you don't use glue
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Wow, is it sad or comical
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You're in your own psychosis
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Rather, that you would have to face the truth
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The brain developed a theory without any basis at all
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Because you are sick and I only realize it later now
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Now I don't have to explain any bullshit stories to anyone anymore
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Why aren't you around the children too, you say, you don't listen to them
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And stay away
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Think this is over?
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It's not over yet, huh! |
Sit down dude
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Take it easy, I have a little thing for you (grown men's thing)
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It's been a long time, now you can't yell at me
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How does it feel hello? |
(can't hit anyone now, can't threaten.)
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I don't lie, the truth comes from a child's mouth
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The truth is, you didn't neglect your parenting
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Scream and mouth, but it's nothing else
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It's nothing new, you're running away from responsibility
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You escape reality, meet for a beer
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Because there is no man in the wolf to face the truth
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In the end, you will have to bear the responsibility for your actions
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And no, this time you won't get away with violence
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That's it, you rant and rave you fucking pig
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It doesn't help to blame others, it's only your fault
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Admit the truth even if it doesn't feel good
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Känni's bet was a family priority for you
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You say you love us and mom was to blame for everything
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Although more important to you than family was drinking
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You know that fucking mouse, it makes you burn inside
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What you think, your actions speak louder than words
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I feel like smashing my face, cutting off my arms and legs
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It's going down my throat for my fucking moped purchase money
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It was Anna-Maijan, so are you fucking crazy? |
(clown)
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You should be strangled until you turn blue
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I want to close your eyes and see that you understand
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How does the fear you have caused us feel?
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But I'm more of a man than you, I don't need violence
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The pain of the truth feels even worse for you
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You're trying to call, don't hold back, I'm not answering you, son of a bitch
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You're not a father, you're a stinking piece of shit
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You are not a man but a boy, Can't you see?
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Bar fights and guns don't make you a tough guy
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A real tough guy, he takes care of the family
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Even a tough guy can admit his mistakes
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A tough guy isn't afraid to lose his ego
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The tough guy looks in the mirror and takes responsibility for his actions
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But that's not all
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Look in the mirror, you don't see a man, you see a mouse
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Who is trapped in self-pity
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A defiant baby with shit in his pants
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Hands on the bottle, you narcissistic brat
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A serious flaw in my conscience
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I'm not accountable to you for trying to snitch
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None of us are going to be your diaper changer (haha)
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Just focus on pulling and actually cheating
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But that's not how you get back into my life
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You have to change your ways and apologize
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Or you can be alone, actually curl up on your couch
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I don't hold a grudge against you for that
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I wish you would shut up and leave us alone |