Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spis din syvende sans, artist - Karpe. Date of issue: 20.09.2012
Song language: Norwegian
Spis din syvende sans(original) |
| Visste du at om livet mitt var en timeplan |
| Hadde du vært den der gymtimen vi hadde da vi var barn |
| Visste du at bankkontoen min er kontoen din |
| E’kke det fint? |
| E’kke det snilt? |
| Nok en ting å dunke inn pinkoden til |
| Men jeg veltet verden for deg, du veltet glasset på meg |
| Som gav meg en flekk på skjorta mi som fikk frem rasshølet I meg |
| Du sier jeg er overfladisk, begge fråder rabies |
| At du er en del av planen min bør gjøre deg overglad, bitch |
| Ikke be meg få noe struktur I en bransje full av kukhuer |
| Jeg er på et sted mellom pupper og foreldra mines kultur |
| Jeg og Magdi gjør det som ingen har gjort før |
| Kors på hals, kniv I hjertet helt til mor og far er død |
| Du hadde en plan for meg |
| Du hadde en planlegger |
| Jeg sparka planlegger’n |
| Vi ha’kke en plan lenger |
| Du hadde en plan for meg |
| Du hadde en planlegger |
| Jeg sparka planlegger’n |
| Vi ha’kke en plan lenger |
| For du ber om litt for mye, ber om litt for mye |
| Du ber om litt for mye ting |
| Ber om litt for mye, ber om litt for mye |
| Du ber om litt for mye ting |
| Husker du jeg pleide å være nørd |
| I hjørnet av skolegården sippe Kuli ut av bøyde sugerør |
| Men alt det der var før, kryp til de korsa |
| De griner I den Porscha mens vi smiler I Toyota |
| En ekte kjempe er generøs |
| Dø for venna dine eller dø venneløs |
| Og mamma sa en kråke kan’kke males til no' annet |
| Men til og med en kråke gjør et svalestup iblant |
| Det eneste døve med det er når fjæra treffer vann |
| Malingen renner av og alt det mamma sa var sant |
| Jeg husker godt hun sa «Kors på hals, kniv I hjertet |
| Til jeg og pappa er aske og du er ferdig med konserter» |
| Du hadde en plan for meg |
| Du hadde en planlegger |
| Jeg sparka planlegger’n |
| Vi ha’kke en plan lenger |
| Du hadde en plan for meg |
| Du hadde en planlegger |
| Jeg sparka planlegger’n |
| Vi ha’kke en plan lenger |
| For du ber om litt for mye, ber om litt for mye |
| Du ber om litt for mye ting |
| Ber om litt for mye, ber om litt for mye |
| Du ber om litt for mye ting |
| Spis |
| Spis din syvende sans |
| Så spis |
| Spis din syvende sans |
| Så spis |
| Spis din syvende sans |
| Så spis |
| Spis din syvende sans |
| Så spis |
| (translation) |
| Did you know that if my life was a timetable |
| Wish you were that gym class we had when we were kids |
| Did you know that my bank account is your account |
| Isn't that nice? |
| Isn't that nice? |
| Another thing to punch in the PIN |
| But I tipped the world over for you, you tipped the glass on me |
| Which gave me a stain on my shirt that brought out the ass in me |
| You say I'm superficial, both froth rabies |
| You being a part of my plan should make you overjoyed, bitch |
| Don't ask me to get some structure In an industry full of cow sheds |
| I'm somewhere between boobs and my parents' culture |
| Me and Magdi are doing what no one has done before |
| Cross on the neck, knife in the heart until mother and father are dead |
| You had a plan for me |
| You had a planner |
| I fired the planner |
| We don't have a plan anymore |
| You had a plan for me |
| You had a planner |
| I fired the planner |
| We don't have a plan anymore |
| Because you're asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much |
| You're asking for a little too much |
| Asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much |
| You're asking for a little too much |
| Remember I used to be a nerd |
| In the corner of the school yard, Kuli sips out of bent straws |
| But all that was before, crawl to those crosses |
| They laugh in the Porsche while we smile in the Toyota |
| A true giant is generous |
| Die for your friends or die friendless |
| And mom said a crow can't be painted into anything else |
| But even a crow does a swallow sometimes |
| The only dull thing about it is when the spring hits the water |
| The paint runs off and everything my mom said was true |
| I well remember her saying "Cross on the neck, knife in the heart." |
| Until me and dad are ashes and you're done with concerts" |
| You had a plan for me |
| You had a planner |
| I fired the planner |
| We don't have a plan anymore |
| You had a plan for me |
| You had a planner |
| I fired the planner |
| We don't have a plan anymore |
| Because you're asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much |
| You're asking for a little too much |
| Asking for a little too much, asking for a little too much |
| You're asking for a little too much |
| Eat |
| eat your almanac |
| So eat |
| eat your almanac |
| So eat |
| eat your almanac |
| So eat |
| eat your almanac |
| So eat |