Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Støv, artist - Nota Bene. Date of issue: 22.01.2017
Song language: Danish
Støv(original) |
| Klokken ringer, nu' det tid igen |
| Men fuck nu det, jeg blir' sgu hjem' |
| Har ikk' tid til penge, op i røven med dem |
| Jeg knokler for noget større min ven |
| Jeg holder mørket henne |
| Og før var det gæt inde i mit hoved |
| Men koden blev knækket, jeg groede for |
| Blækket blev vækket til live når pennen rives igennem ruden |
| Har gennemgået pis nok på den klode |
| Til jeg kan se at vi må skrue ned for tempoet |
| For klokken bløder dagene væk |
| Mens blokken samler støv, jeg savler guld i min hagesmæk |
| Stadig fuld og ubehagelig og gir' damen tæsk |
| På daglig basis, for hun er mit liv, men os' en nasty sæk (Hiphop) |
| Jeg' global, holder respekt |
| But i came to collect |
| Konger på knæ, knægten er dope, cocain på recept |
| En nobrainer, tjek |
| Men der' ingen reklame, jeg vil blæs' på din fest |
| Behold jeres game, det noget ækelt incest |
| Det lyder som æsler der har sex når i flexer jeres tekst |
| Og mine testikler hænger ned på jeres niveau, yo blæs på en kæp |
| Eller flæk næbet, knæk kæben |
| NB, det' blæste belæste bæst er bedst, få nu læst lektien og hold kæft |
| Rahhrr |
| Yo det' den ene side, den anden er noget andet |
| Og alle skal nok bli' indviet |
| Men ta en to til, ingen ku' vide |
| Soen i mit hoved ville brænde ud og svide |
| Så brændt barn lugter røg |
| Alt jeg ser er døvstumme, der drukner i junglestøjen |
| Byen larmer, men der' ingen musik i dine grå øjne |
| Så jeg graver lyd og samler farver til de blå døgn |
| Fortæller små løgne til mig selv |
| Det skal nok gå, du' så speciel |
| De kan ikk' slå os ihjel |
| Velkommen til min cel' |
| Jeg' ikk' kommet for at gi' |
| Jeg' ikk' kommet for få |
| Jeg' er kommet for at bryde fri |
| Jeg' er kommet for at gå |
| (translation) |
| The bell is ringing, it's that time again |
| But fuck it, I'm going home |
| Don't have time for money, fuck it |
| I'm fighting for something bigger my friend |
| I keep the darkness her |
| And before it was guesswork inside my head |
| But the code was cracked, I cried |
| The ink was brought to life when the pen was torn through the window |
| Been through enough shit on the globe |
| Until I see that we have to slow down |
| For the clock bleeds away the days |
| While the block gathers dust, I drool gold into my bib |
| Still drunk and uncomfortable and giving the lady a beating |
| On a daily basis 'cause she's my life but us a nasty sack (Hiphop) |
| I' global, keep respect |
| But i came to collect |
| Kings on their knees, the kid is dope, prescription cocaine |
| A nobrainer, check |
| But there' no advertising, I want to blow' at your party |
| Keep your game, that disgusting incest |
| It sounds like donkeys having sex when you flex your text |
| And my testicles hang down at your level, yo blow on a stick |
| Or split the beak, break the jaw |
| NB, the 'bloated read beast is best, now read the homework and shut up |
| Rhhh |
| Yo it' one side, the other is something else |
| And everyone will probably be initiated |
| But take one or two more, no one knows |
| The sow in my head would burn out and sweat |
| So burnt child smells smoke |
| All I see are deaf mutes drowning in the jungle noise |
| The city is noisy, but there is no music in your gray eyes |
| So I dig sound and gather colors for the blue days |
| Telling little lies to myself |
| It'll work out, you're so special |
| They can't kill us |
| welcome to my cel' |
| I didn't come to give |
| I didn't come too few |
| I've come to break free |
| I've come to go |