Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kvælertag, artist - Marwan.
Date of issue: 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 |