Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Helt Min Egen, artist - L.O.C.. Album song Prestige, Paranoia, Persona, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.09.2012
Record label: S Records
Song language: Danish
Helt Min Egen(original) |
| Alle fyre har noget smart at sige |
| Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh (Yeah) |
| Min swag den er helt min egen (Aha) |
| Den er alt for meget for dig |
| Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh |
| Orh, hun er fuldt ud blæst |
| Det ka' ses på hendes fuldmånefjæs |
| Sovekammerøjn', intimt blik og kunstig' læber |
| Kirurgeret til at se yndig ud, selv når hun flæber |
| Over knust glas, champagnepletter |
| Epaney-bobler med dyre etiketter |
| Hendes mor har opdraget en hjerteknuser |
| Men jeg' ligesom kush, og hun ska' brug' en pusher |
| Jeg har en finger på vægten |
| For vi knepper kun på toppen, så vi fucker udsigten |
| Men hun vender konsekvent på mig som en grammofon |
| For det passer ikk', det de synger i radioen |
| Alle fyre har noget smart at sige |
| Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig (Orh) |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh |
| Min swag den er helt min egen (Aha) |
| Den er alt for meget for dig |
| Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh |
| Hun si’r, hun kun ser mig, når hun drømmer |
| Men man kan ikk' lyve for en løgner |
| Med læbestift smurt ud på halsen |
| Og jeg har aldrig rigtigt lært at dans' valsen |
| For bitch, jeg' en rock’n’roller, potent peruviansk pulver |
| Som Binzer på fucking streger, Skaløe i Himalaya |
| Jeg' Strunge med sorte vinger, cumshots i dit ansigtsglimmer |
| For baby, det' så på mode at være et fuckhoved |
| Men det matcher jo en fashionista |
| Så vi to, vi' ikk' til at bræk' en flig af |
| Det hel' det går skævt som en turist i Pisa |
| For hun æder mænd råt — ingen skeezer |
| Alle fyre har noget smart at sige |
| Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig (Ah) |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh (Hehehe) |
| Min swag den er helt min egen |
| Den er alt for meget for dig |
| Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh |
| Jeg' reduceret til 'fonsvaren — ingen besked tilbage |
| Udover en enkelt kortfattet, hvor hun hidsigt sagde: |
| «Om du så var sidste mand på jorden, tror jeg ikk', jeg gad |
| For du' kikset ligesom hvid chokolade» (Oh) |
| Føler mig brugt, kneppet og smidt ud |
| Og mine venner spørg', hvorfor jeg nu ser så slidt ud |
| Og konspirerer: «Mon han er begyndt at ryge dope?» |
| Men alt, jeg mindes, er hva' hun sagde, selvom jeg troed', det var en joke: |
| «Man kan ikk' stol' på nogen, der ka' bløde i fem dage uden at dø» |
| Men jeg var klog nok til at forsøge |
| Så nu' jeg dum nok til at stå alen' |
| Alt imens hun griner af mig sam' hendes fucking veninde |
| Alle fyre har noget smart at sige |
| Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig (Huh) |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig (Huh) |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh |
| Min swag den er helt min egen (Yeah) |
| Den er alt for meget for dig |
| Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar |
| Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh |
| (translation) |
| All guys have something smart to say |
| But I will a-a-never |
| Give it up, give it up to you |
| Give it up, give it up, oh (Yeah) |
| My swag it is completely my own (Aha) |
| It's way too much for you |
| So give it up, give it up, sugar |
| Give it up, give it up, oh |
| Orh, she's fully blown |
| It can be seen on her full moon face |
| Bedroom eyes ', intimate look and artificial' lips |
| Surgeon to look adorable even when she's flapping |
| Over broken glass, champagne stains |
| Epaney bubbles with expensive labels |
| Her mother has raised a heartbreaker |
| But I 'like kush, and she's going to use a pusher |
| I have a finger on the scales |
| Because we only fuck at the top, so we fuck the view |
| But she consistently turns on me like a gramophone |
| Because what they sing on the radio does not fit |
| All guys have something smart to say |
| But I will a-a-never (Orh) |
| Give it up, give it up to you |
| Give it up, give it up, oh |
| My swag it is completely my own (Aha) |
| It's way too much for you |
| So give it up, give it up, sugar |
| Give it up, give it up, oh |
| She says she only sees me when she dreams |
| But you can not lie to a liar |
| With lipstick smeared on the neck |
| And I never really learned to dance the waltz |
| For bitch, I'm a rock'n'roller, potent Peruvian powder |
| Like Binzer on fucking lines, Shell Island in the Himalayas |
| I 'Strunge with black wings, cumshots in your facial glitter |
| For baby, it 'looked fashionable to be a fuckhead |
| But it does match a fashionista |
| So the two of us, we 'ikk' to break 'a tab of |
| It's all going awry as a tourist in Pisa |
| Because she eats men raw - no skeezer |
| All guys have something smart to say |
| But I will a-a-never |
| Give it up, give it up to you (Ah) |
| Give it up, give it up, oh (Hehehe) |
| My swag it is completely my own |
| It's way too much for you |
| So give it up, give it up, sugar |
| Give it up, give it up, oh |
| I 'reduced to' the answering machine - no message left |
| Besides a single brief, in which she angrily said: |
| "If you were the last man on earth, I do not think so," I wondered |
| Because you 'cracked like white chocolate' (Oh) |
| Feeling used, fucked up and thrown out |
| And my friends ask 'why I now look so worn |
| And conspires: "Has he started smoking dope?" |
| But all I remember is what 'she said, even though I thought', it was a joke: |
| "You can not 'trust' someone who can bleed for five days without dying" |
| But I was smart enough to try |
| So now 'I'm stupid enough to stand alone' |
| All the while she's laughing at me and her fucking friend |
| All guys have something smart to say |
| But I will a-a-never (Huh) |
| Give it up, give it up to you (Huh) |
| Give it up, give it up, oh |
| My swag it is completely my own (Yeah) |
| It's way too much for you |
| So give it up, give it up, sugar |
| Give it up, give it up, oh |