Lyrics of Tatoveringer & Minder - L.O.C.

Tatoveringer & Minder (original)

Pas på, hva' du ønsker, for du får det
Og jeg har aldrig set noget godt uden at tænke dårligt
For intet påminder dig, du' i live som et problem
Det her det' ægte pis, nej, ikk' noget bousha boheme
Verden er ikk' min, så jeg vil skide den et styk'
Mon det var det — tænkte, da han hang sig ud' på psyk
Jeg frygter skizofreni, så jeg sover aldrig trygt
For jeg er, hvor jeg har ønsket, men har mest lyst til at flygt'
Bitch, jeg sidder fast, man kan ikk' vinde hver gang
Har prøvet at be' til Gud, bar' la' mig gør' det den her gang
Jeg har misbrugt den simple måde at koble af
Så mit fucking lys er tændt konstant, ja, nat og dag
Jeg kan ikk' slappe af, det syntes, konflikt er min skæbne
Har prøvet at hæng' mit stress, men jeg kan ikk' nå rebene
Vil' gå den rette vej, så faldt ned og blev viet
Men to måneder sener' fucked jeg op som altid
Har kun et enkelt billede fra den aften ude i Vegas
Og vi snakker ikk' længer', for jeg skammer mig over de bitches
Men ved om din person, at jeg for længst er tilgivet
Ka' kun håb' min' andre synder ogs' bli’r det med tiden
Fuck splid
Vi har kun tatoveringer og minder
Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder
Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv
Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer
Har det ligesom Joks og Mr.
A
Loyal indtil døden, ja, for showet ska' gå galt
Så jeg' på et tre-stjernet hotel op' på fjerde sal
Med fem hoes, der vil ha' sex, men jeg nøjes bar' med at betal'
For jeg ku' bogstavelig talt være deres far
Men ingen af dem tænker meget længer' end, «du er en star»
Jeg prøver udramatisk bare at få dem ud derfra
Har prøvet, hva' det medfører at kneppe dem som en nar
Og tro mig, det passer med deres held og kærlighed
Jeg var femten kilo op' på kasino og fik besked
Hun skrev 200 tegn, der ku' fucking stop' tiden
Hva' gør man, når den forkerte kvinde hun er gravid?
Men hun abortered', da hun sat' sig for at skide
Det lyder harskt, homie, men sådan er livet
Og når det bli’r min tid, må helvede gøre det varmt for mig
Bare rolig, lille Liam, far kommer
Indtil da er jeg alen' med det her, så fuck det hel'
Ingen procenter, bare noget selvhad og mangel på empati
Jeg kan ikk' spred' min' vinger, for de' alt for ridsed'
Jeg må flyve eller falde, men det bli’r sikkert det sidste
Fuck fisse
Vi har kun tatoveringer og minder
Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder
Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv
Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer
De har ikk' set kaos
Så la' os udbring' en skål for de sidste af os
Gentlemen, der holder hovedet koldt, når det' fucking værst
De andre er bagefter, så fuck livet bag os
Vi er her kun kort, så la' os ødelæg' noget smukt
Og jeg snakker ikk' om noget så dumt som at gå på druk
Har set en million fuck' up og forsvind' i vinden
Og skubbet en Maserati til tre mil' igennem Cannes
Men husk nu, hvor du' fra, jeg griner blot igen
For jeg ser dem sjovt nok aldrig, når jeg så endelig er hjem'
Og al' de hårde dreng' de smiler ikk' længer'
For når du ryger dope, så får du fucking grimme tænder
Og dem, der smiler, mens de skubber porcelæn
Har ikk' tid til at skriv' raps, om hvordan de tjener peng'
For alle her omkring de sover kun med fjenden
Så det betyder kun noget, hvis det står skrevet i mit skind
Fuck peng'
Vi har kun tatoveringer og minder (Yeah)
Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder (Oh)
Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv
Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer (Pussy)
Tatoveringer og minder (Du, pussy)
Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder (Yeah)
Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv
Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer

(translation)

Be careful what you want, because you get it
And I have never seen anything good without thinking badly
For nothing reminds you, you 'live as a problem
This is the 'real piss, no, not' bousha boheme
The world is not 'mine, so I want to fuck it a bit'
Maybe that was it - thought when he hung out 'on psych
I fear schizophrenia, so I never sleep safely
For I am where I have wanted, but most want to escape '
Bitch, I'm stuck, you can not win every time
Have tried to pray to God, but let me do it this time
I have abused the simple way to unwind
So my fucking light is on constantly, yes, night and day
I can not relax, it seemed, conflict is my destiny
Have tried to hang my stress, but I can not reach the ropes
Will 'go the right way, then fell down and got married
But two months later 'I fucked up as always
Have only a single picture from that night out in Vegas
And we'm not talking 'anymore', because I'm ashamed of those bitches
But know about your person that I have been forgiven long ago
I can only hope that my other sins will also be with time
Fuck split
We only have tattoos and memories
The only thing that never completely disappears
And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue
But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding
Feel like Joks and Mr.
A
Loyal until death, yes, because the show is going to go wrong
I saw 'up in a three star hotel' on the fourth floor
With five hoes who want 'sex but I just' pay '
Because I could literally be their father
But none of them think much longer 'than,' you are a star '
I'm undramatically just trying to get them out of there
Have tried what it entails to fuck them like a fool
And believe me, it fits with their luck and love
I was fifteen kilos up 'at the casino and was told
She wrote 200 characters that could 'fucking stop' time
What do you do when the wrong woman is pregnant?
But she aborted when she sat down to shit
It sounds harsh, homie, but such is life
And when it's my time, hell's hot for me
Don't worry, little Liam, Dad's coming
Until then, I'm alone 'with this, so fuck it all'
No percentages, just some self-hatred and lack of empathy
I can not 'spread' my 'wings, for they' too scratched '
I may fly or fall, but that's probably the last thing I want
Fuck pussy
We only have tattoos and memories
The only thing that never completely disappears
And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue
But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding
They do not set chaos
So let's bring out 'a toast to the last of us
The gentleman who keeps his head cold when it's fucking worst
The others are behind, so fuck life behind us
We're only here briefly, so let's ruin 'something beautiful
And I'm not talking about something as stupid as drinking
Have seen a million fuck 'up and disappear' in the wind
And pushed a Maserati for three miles' through Cannes
But now remember where you 'from, I'm just laughing again
Because I'll never see them funny enough when I'm finally home '
And all 'the hard boy' they don't smile 'anymore'
Because when you smoke dope, you get fucking ugly teeth
And those who smile while pushing porcelain
Do not have time to write 'rapeseed, how to make money'
For everyone around here they only sleep with the enemy
So it only matters if it is written in my skin
Fuck peng '
We only have tattoos and memories (Yeah)
The only thing that never completely disappears (Oh)
And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue
But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding (Pussy)
Tattoos and memories (You, pussy)
The only thing that never completely disappears (Yeah)
And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue
But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding