Lyrics of Hils Fra Mig - Pede B, Moon Afflick, 4PRO

Hils Fra Mig (original)

Ingen copy paste, når jeg udgiver
Jeg' ikk' kommet her fra noget velskab
Så hvis de' i deres følelser, så ka' de tude vider' (Ey)
Årh, ja
De burd' fokuser' på det, de har
Ka' ikk' læn' mig op af nogle falske typer
Hold mig og dem separat
Og hvis de fixer munden til at dis' mig åben
Så' jeg iskold februar
Men hvis det' dråben, og jeg lister på dem
Bli’r de pisset på som pissoir (Ah)
Ser det på dem i deres øjn' (Øjn')
Deres stil er bygget på en løgn (Løgn)
Tømmer kontoen for noget tøj (Tøj)
Står i stue' og nasser røg (Ah)
Kongen forventer, der' konsekvenser
Du prøver' bawl for din' tolv procenter
Dit forskud ga' kold december
Glem SKAT — nu der' told, der venter
Ka' ikk' kom' og hjælp' dig
Betaling afvist på din' kontigenter
Ingen omtank' i din' kompontenter
Luksusfælden, du ska' ha' konsulenter (Ah)
Så bare hils fra mig
Bromand, bar' behold din' para
Jeg har det godt, har det fint, klar' mig
Vil ikk' gi' dig en feature for firs lapper (Ah)
Bare hils fra mig
Ved 100 løg, det' bar' mini-para
Men det' altid så'n, at en mil' starter
Så hvis du rør min' mønt, så får du ni krater
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Fællessangen slutter, og panikken starter
Ku' ikk' bli' til jeres fest uden at bide fra mig
Eller indtage ti panodil-pakker
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Fra stikflammer til istapper
Gribbene er fremme, når krisen kradser
Og det larmer i mit hoved som bilalarmer
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Hører ikk' længer', når de snik-snakker
Al' de tegneseriemennesker og skidespræller'
Ku' ikk' hold' mig i lokalet for ti lapper
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Ærligt, festen gjorde mig trist, makker
Så jeg drejed' rundt, 180 grader
Har ikk' set mig tilbage, hils fra mig
(Ah) Det' ikk' for at vær' urimelig
Men jeres fest løb lidt af sporet
Så jeg laved' en Houdini
Efterlod ikk' andet end en drink på bordet
Ku' være endt en smul' pinligt
Hvis ikk' jeg var listet af
Jeg started' så tålmodig
Men til slut var der intet tilbage
Før havde jeg al tiden i verden
Så jeg plejed' at slå den ihjel
Nu prøver jeg at skab' noget skidt, der' tilpas grundigt
Og så sejt det ka' stå af sig selv
Men de si’r: «Fake it til you make it»
Vil bar' shine og håbe på held
Vil hellere leje en luksusmodel
Frem for at eje produkterne selv
Jeg ser gamle rapper' bli' A&R's
Så de ka' ta' røven på de næste stars
Fordi de selv kun endt' i gæld
Da de blev pakket og solgt frikadellefars
Hils fra mig, jeg skrider snart
Så bare find nogen andre til at underhold' dem
De ka' stå på tær til de får ondt i kroppen
Pede han er gået i kiosken
De her drenge synes, de' hardcore
Men deres knoer har ingen ar, nårh
De eneste kampe de har kæmpet
Er, når de gamed' for at få en highscore
Ikk' tid til deres bitterhed
Når hvert spillested råber: «Encore»
Og gør det sikkert i mange år
Til strubehovedet har brændsår
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Fællessangen slutter, og panikken starter
Ku' ikk' bli' til jeres fest uden at bide fra mig
Eller indtage ti panodil-pakker
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Fra stikflammer til istapper
Gribbene er fremme, når krisen kradser
Og det larmer i mit hoved som bilalarmer
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Hører ikk' længer', når de snik-snakker
Al' de tegneseriemennesker og skidespræller'
Ku' ikk' hold' mig i lokalet for ti lapper
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Ærligt, festen gjorde mig trist, makker
Så jeg drejed' rundt, 180 grader
Har ikk' set mig tilbage, hils fra mig
En lap for de flasker vi lige har bestilt
To lapper for en stripper, så de tror, vi blev skilt
Nummer tre for min fucking psykolog og den fjerde
Ska' få ham til at sige, at jeg ikk' længer' eksisterer
Så for fem gange fem har din psyke lidt et knæk
Seks lapper for mit fly lidt væk
Syv er hva' det koster at sende dem i forvejen
Ott' ka' gå til en tom kist' under kors tegn
Ni liv så burd' jeg lig' ku' nå
Ti lapper under bordet for mit sidste show
Nul lapper for min loyalitet
Det kræver bare, du fatter, hva' min' øjn' de har set
Jeg drejed' nøglen, men vi' rowdy nu
Mit hold det' for evigt — Southie Crew
Jeg ka' kun skån' dit liv ved at flyt' mig på kloden
Længe siden det var nok bar' at spyt' dig i hovedet
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Fællessangen slutter, og panikken starter
Ku' ikk' bli' til jeres fest uden at bide fra mig
Eller indtage ti panodil-pakker
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Fra stikflammer til istapper
Gribbene er fremme, når krisen kradser
Og det larmer i mit hoved som bilalarmer
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Hører ikk' længer', når de snik-snakker
Al' de tegneseriemennesker og skidespræller'
Ku' ikk' hold' mig i lokalet for ti lapper
Hils fra mig, hils fra mig
Ærligt, festen gjorde mig trist, makker
Så jeg drejed' rundt, 180 grader
Har ikk' set mig tilbage, hils fra mig

(translation)

No copy paste when I publish
I 'did not' come here from any company
So if they 'in their feelings, then ka' they toot further '(Ey)
Oh, yes
They should 'focus' on what they have
Can't 'lean' me up on some fake types
Keep me and them separate
And if they fix their mouths to haze me open
So 'I'm icy February
But if it's the drop and I list on them
Are they pissed on like urinals (Ah)
Looking at them in their eyes '(Eyes')
Their style is built on a lie (Lie)
Clearing the account for some clothes (Clothes)
Standing in living room 'and sneezing smoke (Ah)
The king expects there 'consequences
You try 'bawl for your' twelve percent
Your advance went 'cold December
Forget SKAT - now there's customs waiting
Can't come and help you
Payment declined on your 'contingents
No consideration 'in your' components
The luxury trap you should 'have' consultants (Ah)
So just say hello from me
Bromand, bar 'keep your' para
I'm fine, I'm fine, get ready
Will not 'give' you a feature for eighty patches (Ah)
Just say hello from me
At 100 onions, the 'bar' mini-para
But it 'always so that a mile' starts
So if you touch my 'coin, you'll get nine craters
Greetings from me, greetings from me
The common song ends and the panic begins
Could not 'stay' for your party without biting from me
Or consume ten panodil packets
Greetings from me, greetings from me
From plug flames to icicles
The vultures are present when the crisis hits
And it sounds in my head like car alarms
Greetings from me, greetings from me
Do not hear 'anymore' when they sneak-talk
All 'the cartoon people and bastards'
Can't 'hold' me in the room for ten bucks
Greetings from me, greetings from me
Honestly, the party made me sad, mate
So I turned around, 180 degrees
Have not seen me back, greetings from me
(Ah) It 'not' to be 'unreasonable'
But your party ran a bit off track
So I made a Houdini
Left nothing but a drink on the table
Could 'have ended up a bit' embarrassing
If not 'I was listed by
I started 'so patiently
But in the end, there was nothing left
Before, I had all the time in the world
So I used to kill it
Now I'm trying to create 'something crap' that 'fits thoroughly
And so cool it can stand by itself
But they say, "Fake it til you make it"
Will bar 'shine and hope for luck
Would rather rent a luxury model
Rather than owning the products yourself
I see old rappers 'become' A & R's
So they can 'take' the ass of the next stars
Because they themselves only ended up in debt
When they were packed and sold meatballs
Greetings from me, I'm progressing soon
So just find someone else to entertain them
They can stand on their toes until they get a sore body
Pede he has gone to the kiosk
These boys think they 'hardcore
But their knuckles have no scars, when
The only battles they have fought
Is when they gamed 'to get a highscore
No time for their bitterness
When every venue shouts: «Encore»
And make it safe for many years
To the larynx has burns
Greetings from me, greetings from me
The common song ends and the panic begins
Could not 'stay' for your party without biting from me
Or consume ten panodil packets
Greetings from me, greetings from me
From plug flames to icicles
The vultures are present when the crisis hits
And it sounds in my head like car alarms
Greetings from me, greetings from me
Do not hear 'anymore' when they sneak-talk
All 'the cartoon people and bastards'
Can't 'hold' me in the room for ten bucks
Greetings from me, greetings from me
Honestly, the party made me sad, mate
So I turned around, 180 degrees
Have not seen me back, greetings from me
A patch for the bottles we just ordered
Two patches for a stripper so they think we were divorced
Number three for my fucking psychologist and the fourth
Shall make him say that I no longer exist
So for five times five, your psyche has suffered a crack
Six patches for my plane a little away
Seven is what it costs to send them in advance
Ott 'ka' go to an empty coffin 'under the sign of the cross
Nine lives so should 'I lie' cow 'now
Ten notes under the table for my last show
Zero patches for my loyalty
It just requires you to grasp what 'my' eyes' they have seen
I turned the key, but we're rowdy now
My team's it forever - Southie Crew
I can only spare your life by moving me on the globe
Long ago it was enough bar 'to spit' you in the head
Greetings from me, greetings from me
The common song ends and the panic begins
Could not 'stay' for your party without biting from me
Or consume ten panodil packets
Greetings from me, greetings from me
From plug flames to icicles
The vultures are present when the crisis hits
And it sounds in my head like car alarms
Greetings from me, greetings from me
Do not hear 'anymore' when they sneak-talk
All 'the cartoon people and bastards'
Can't 'hold' me in the room for ten bucks
Greetings from me, greetings from me
Honestly, the party made me sad, mate
So I turned around, 180 degrees
Have not seen me back, greetings from me