Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kvælertag , by - Marwan. Release date: 02.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Danish
Kvælertag(original) |
| Hva' så der DK, hahaha |
| Bai-D er i fucking huset, man |
| Så I ved hvordan det kommer til at fucking gå ned |
| Sidste sang vist' vi noget kærlighed til kællinger |
| Den her gang |
| Det hele føles som et kvælertag, med tiden bli’r det strammer' |
| Jeg har ikk' brug for en krammer, jeg har brug for en hammer |
| Er der ingen kameraer, er der ikk' tid til en slapper |
| Trykker på de rigtige knapper, tæller lapper som en araber |
| Haters siger stadig ups, når vi kommer ind i klubben |
| Festen aldrig slut ligesom i Beirut |
| Og vi fucking røg ned med det forpuled' sprut |
| Forguder alt det der' forbudt, salut (salut, salut) |
| Tusindvis udstilles, ydmygende, frivilligt |
| Sort sjæl som en civil, partisaner-eksil |
| Din bitch savner gnisten, beskidt erotik |
| Erfaring med |
| Putter min pik i hendes under bevidst |
| Hele verden dufter af kvælertag |
| Grebet om halsen, verden vasker hænder ren' |
| Piratpartisan, sorte shakes, mit fucking bling |
| Forpester, hun elsker — det' en baws ting |
| Hele fucking verden dufter af kvælertag |
| Grebet om halsen, verden vasker hænder ren' |
| Piratpartisan, sorte shakes, mit fucking bling |
| Forpester, hun elsker — det' en baws ting |
| Rejs med, som man tænder mod svimmel |
| Knuste knogler, den her film den bli’r ikk' simpel, støjende silke |
| Bare vent til du ser øjne på stilke |
| Røg der fylder lunger, og bryder bølger ved vandets fald |
| Flot gennempløjet billede |
| Stråler af vilje, tåler de skrå, håner, de vågner forvildet |
| I skammens skygge er der intet, der vokser længere |
| Hvilke tosser forlænger godtroens længsel til en kold kælder |
| Årringen tæller årtier, der tvinger tårer, båret af familier |
| Trods af intriger, det koster lidt mer' |
| Mørket kommer snigende ind på os |
| Efter sigende har vi stirret os blinde på en falsk globus |
| En så sort verden med alt det forkerte i fokus |
| Vi kommer aldrig tilbage, vi flyver snart væk herfra |
| Hele verden dufter af kvælertag |
| Grebet om halsen, verden vasker hænder ren' |
| Piratpartisan, sorte shakes, mit fucking bling |
| Forpester, hun elsker — det' en baws ting |
| Hele fucking verden dufter af kvælertag |
| Grebet om halsen, verden vasker hænder ren' |
| Piratpartisan, sorte shakes, mit fucking bling |
| Forpester, hun elsker — det' en baws ting |
| Partisan, pirat, dine penge, vi ta’r |
| Din dame, parat — Bai-D, Marwan |
| Verden er fyldt med kokain og MDMA |
| Grebet om halsen, efterlader bitter smag |
| Svømmer på ryggen af mit hoved |
| Helt dopet, tøserne bli’r druknet |
| Trækker aldrig i land — det' en baws ting |
| Sut mine lange, døde dadler — det' en baws ting |
| Hele verden dufter af kvælertag |
| Grebet om halsen, verden vasker hænder ren' |
| Piratpartisan, sorte shakes, mit fucking bling |
| Forpester, hun elsker — det' en baws ting |
| Hele fucking verden dufter af kvælertag |
| Grebet om halsen, verden vasker hænder ren' |
| Piratpartisan, sorte shakes, mit fucking bling |
| Forpester, hun elsker — det' en baws ting |
| Nu' det jul igen og nu' det jul igen |
| Og vi ska' ud og knep' i aften |
| Nej, det' ikke sandt, nej, det' ikke sandt |
| Fyld det hele ind i tasken |
| (translation) |
| What did DK see, hahaha |
| Bai-D is in the fucking house, man |
| So you know how it's going to fucking go down |
| Last time we sang some love to bitches |
| This time |
| It all feels like a stranglehold, over time it gets tighter' |
| I don't need a hug, I need a hammer |
| If there are no cameras, there is no time for a relaxer |
| Pushes the right buttons, counts notes like an Arab |
| Haters still say oops when we enter the club |
| The party never ends just like in Beirut |
| And we were fucking down with that damn booze |
| Worship all that' forbidden, salute (salute, salute) |
| Thousands are exhibited, humiliatingly, voluntarily |
| Black Soul as a civilian, partisan exile |
| Your bitch misses the spark, dirty erotica |
| Experience with |
| Putting my cock in her bottom deliberately |
| The whole world smells of choke roofs |
| Grabbed by the throat, the world washes its hands clean' |
| Pirate partisan, black shakes, my fucking bling |
| Forpester, she loves — it' a baw's thing |
| The whole fucking world smells of strangleholds |
| Grabbed by the throat, the world washes its hands clean' |
| Pirate partisan, black shakes, my fucking bling |
| Forpester, she loves — it' a baw's thing |
| Travel with it, as you turn on against vertigo |
| Broken bones, this film is not going to be simple, noisy silk |
| Just wait until you see eyes on stalks |
| Smoke filling lungs, and breaking waves at the drop of water |
| Nicely done image |
| Beaming with will, they bear the oblique, taunt, they wake bewildered |
| In the shadow of shame, nothing grows anymore |
| What fools prolong credulity's longing for a cold cellar |
| The oar ring counts decades forcing tears, worn by families |
| Despite intrigue, it costs a little more' |
| Darkness creeps up on us |
| It is said that we have been staring blindly at a fake globe |
| Such a black world with all the wrong in focus |
| We're never coming back, we're flying away from here soon |
| The whole world smells of choke roofs |
| Grabbed by the throat, the world washes its hands clean' |
| Pirate partisan, black shakes, my fucking bling |
| Forpester, she loves — it' a baw's thing |
| The whole fucking world smells of strangleholds |
| Grabbed by the throat, the world washes its hands clean' |
| Pirate partisan, black shakes, my fucking bling |
| Forpester, she loves — it' a baw's thing |
| Partisan, pirate, your money, we take |
| Your lady, ready — Bai-D, Marwan |
| The world is full of cocaine and MDMA |
| The grip on the throat, leaves a bitter taste |
| Swimming on the back of my head |
| Completely drugged, the chicks will be drowned |
| Never pulling ashore — that's a bad thing |
| Suck my long, dead dates — that's a bad thing |
| The whole world smells of choke roofs |
| Grabbed by the throat, the world washes its hands clean' |
| Pirate partisan, black shakes, my fucking bling |
| Forpester, she loves — it' a baw's thing |
| The whole fucking world smells of strangleholds |
| Grabbed by the throat, the world washes its hands clean' |
| Pirate partisan, black shakes, my fucking bling |
| Forpester, she loves — it' a baw's thing |
| Now' that Christmas again and now' that Christmas again |
| And we're gonna go out and fuck tonight |
| No, that's not true, no, that's not true |
| Stuff it all into the bag |