Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forberedt , by - Pede B. Song from the album Lilla Lounge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.05.2019
Record label: PB
Song language: Danish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forberedt , by - Pede B. Song from the album Lilla Lounge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопForberedt(original) |
| Handskerne er for længst smidt, brandvabler |
| Så batteriene er nedslidt, startkabler |
| Ved den slags planer ikk' holder på de lange baner |
| Men mit mindstate er stadig, at jeg snart taber |
| De sir' jeg produktiv, jeg sir' jeg ikk' er doven |
| Det bunder i, jeg tror det hele kan forsvinde i morgen |
| Prøver at få så meget som muligt på fiskekrogen |
| Mens jeg smiler cirka så troværdigt som en cirkusklovn |
| Og forberedt på, de stopper musikken |
| Skriver løfter på en seddel, der blir' foldet på midten |
| Men de ord er værdiløse' hvis du ikk' har nosserne til dem |
| Og dem der stjæler er ofte dem med job i butikken |
| Jeg føler jeg bare er en sølle statist |
| I en film der sikkert aldrig blir' købt eller vist |
| En djævel sir' til mig jeg bare skal være skør til det sidst' |
| Men lægger låg på mig selv, som en vampyr i en kiste |
| Det' så sygt dumt, de sultne efter det sam' |
| Og cruiser byen rundt, for at finde det de mangler |
| Og få et tykt bundt, forberedt på det værste |
| Ud fra mit synspunkt, synspunkt |
| Det' så sygt dumt, de sultne efter det sam' |
| Og cruiser byen rundt, for at finde det de mangler |
| Og få et tykt bundt, forberedt på det værste |
| Ud fra mit synspunkt, synspunkt |
| Jeg tror ikk' på at skytsengle |
| Skal guide dig med en sød stemme |
| Men forberede dig på' lykken kan vende |
| Og de ting du skal være klar på at ødelægge |
| Så jeg sover med øjet halvlukket |
| For løverne hænger ud ved vandhullet |
| Langt over grænsen så mit pas var forsvundet |
| For der' en fest i mit hoved, hvor alle asker på gulvet |
| Har aldrig påstået jeg ikk' var lidt i stykker |
| Skyder brystet frem, men ved hvor lidt det nytter |
| For jeg har set så mange vilde typer |
| Der blev pillet ned med tiden, ligesom CD hylder |
| Gulvet er beskidt og det undrer mig tit |
| Hvorfor de her tumper blir' så dumme af det shit |
| Hvorfor tror du, jeg' så flink hvis du har gået hvor jeg gik |
| Ville du gøre hvad som helst for at undgå konflikt |
| Min fætter han blev narkoman, min bedste ven blev narkoman |
| Ham jeg havde min første rapgruppe med blev narkoman |
| Og kun en af de tre personer har det rart i dag |
| Heroin har fulgt mig hele livet, som en dårlig vane |
| Selvsving, uden |
| Ingen kokain snak men hold dig i din bane |
| Jeg blir' ikk ført som Muppets, når de skal tale |
| Hånddukke stilen, prostata massage |
| Det' så sygt dumt, de sultne efter det sam' |
| Og cruiser byen rundt, for at finde det de mangler |
| Og få et tykt bundt, forberedt på det værste |
| Ud fra mit synspunkt, synspunkt |
| Det' så sygt dumt, de sultne efter det sam' |
| Og cruiser byen rundt, for at finde det de mangler |
| Og få et tykt bundt, forberedt på det værste |
| Ud fra mit synspunkt, synspunkt |
| Stødte ind i ham på en restaurant, super lam |
| Sagde han styrede hele byen, og jeg havde brug for ham |
| Hans øjne skinnede afpresning, med tusserne fremme |
| Mens jeg stille og roligt prøvede at gå mod udgangen |
| Og jeg vant til det rabalder |
| Bare ikk' fra folk på min fars alder |
| Så jeg kørte den ydmygt og fik dit nummer |
| Du ville ikke ta' et nej, og jeg ku' se det på dig |
| Imens du gik tilbage til dit bord og blev pløret |
| Gik jeg ud i min bil og fik fraktioner i røret |
| Fandt Mobile Pay, Facebook og adresse |
| Som jeg sendte til nogen drenge, der var parate |
| Og ingen af de store kendte til dig, og din baggrund |
| Andet end du rendte rundt på bar og spillede kamp dum |
| Hvis der kommer drama, går jeg oldschool til værks |
| Jeg har en lille dreng der hjemme, og vil helst undgå det kaos |
| Jeg' ingen bølle overhovedet, nah, glem det |
| Men hvis det popper, har jeg folkene jeg kan hente |
| Der kan huske at jeg også ville hjælpe |
| Den gang folk sku' bokse inden klokken den blev elleve |
| Ingen dum rod der vil håbe på blod |
| Men Freddy Krueger piller næse, før jeg bukker mit hoved |
| For en fyr der tror de trusler får mig under hans fod |
| For så ved han virkelig ikk' hvem han er gået imod |
| Det' så sygt dumt, de sultne efter det sam' |
| Og cruiser byen rundt, for at finde det de mangler |
| Og få et tykt bundt, forberedt på det værste |
| Ud fra mit synspunkt, synspunkt |
| Det' så sygt dumt, de sultne efter det sam' |
| Og cruiser byen rundt, for at finde det de mangler |
| Og få et tykt bundt, forberedt på det værste |
| Ud fra mit synspunkt, synspunkt |
| (translation) |
| The gloves have long since been thrown away, fire blisters |
| So the batteries are worn out, jump leads |
| By such plans do not hold on to the long lanes |
| But my minimum state is still that I will soon lose |
| They're productive, I'm not lazy |
| It boils down to, I think it can all disappear tomorrow |
| Trying to get as much as possible on the fishing hook |
| While I smile about as credibly as a circus clown |
| And prepared, they stop the music |
| Writes promises on a note that is 'folded in the middle' |
| But those words are worthless 'if you do not' have the balls for them |
| And those who steal are often the ones with jobs in the store |
| I feel like I'm just a miserable extra |
| In a movie that will probably never be bought or shown |
| A devil sir 'to me I just have to be crazy for the last' |
| But putting lids on myself, like a vampire in a coffin |
| It 'so sick stupid, the hungry after that sam' |
| And cruise around the city, to find what they are missing |
| And get a thick bundle, prepared for the worst |
| From my point of view, point of view |
| It 'so sick stupid, the hungry after that sam' |
| And cruise around the city, to find what they are missing |
| And get a thick bundle, prepared for the worst |
| From my point of view, point of view |
| I do not believe in guardian angels |
| Must guide you with a sweet voice |
| But prepare yourself for 'happiness can turn |
| And the things you need to be ready to destroy |
| So I sleep with my eye half closed |
| For the lions hang out by the water hole |
| Far over the border so my passport had disappeared |
| For there's a party in my head where all the ashes on the floor |
| Have never claimed I was not 'a bit broken |
| Shoots the chest forward, but knows how little it does |
| For I have seen so many wild types |
| It was peeled down over time, as were CD shelves |
| The floor is dirty and it often amazes me |
| Why these bastards get so stupid from that shit |
| Why do you think I'm so nice if you went where I went |
| Would you do anything to avoid conflict |
| My cousin he became a drug addict, my best friend became a drug addict |
| Him I had my first rap group with became a drug addict |
| And only one of the three people is having a good time today |
| Heroin has been with me all my life, as a bad habit |
| Self-swing, without |
| No cocaine talk but stay in your lane |
| I'm not led as Muppets when it comes to speaking |
| Hand puppet style, prostate massage |
| It 'so sick stupid, the hungry after that sam' |
| And cruise around the city, to find what they are missing |
| And get a thick bundle, prepared for the worst |
| From my point of view, point of view |
| It 'so sick stupid, the hungry after that sam' |
| And cruise around the city, to find what they are missing |
| And get a thick bundle, prepared for the worst |
| From my point of view, point of view |
| Bumped into him at a restaurant, super lame |
| Said he controlled the whole town and I needed him |
| His eyes shone with blackmail, with the markers in front |
| While I quietly tried to walk towards the exit |
| And I got used to it |
| Just not from people my father's age |
| So I drove it humbly and got your number |
| You would not take a no, and I could see it in you |
| While you went back to your table and were plagued |
| I went out in my car and got fractions in the tube |
| Found Mobile Pay, Facebook and address |
| As I sent to some boys who were ready |
| And none of the big ones knew about you, and your background |
| Other than that you ran around the bar and played battle stupid |
| If drama comes, I go to old school |
| I have a little boy there at home, and would rather avoid that chaos |
| I'm no bully at all, nah, forget it |
| But if it pops, I have the people I can pick up |
| Remember that I would help too |
| That time people would box before it was eleven o'clock |
| No stupid mess that will hope for blood |
| But Freddy Krueger picks his nose before I bow my head |
| For a guy who thinks those threats get me under his foot |
| Because then he really does not know who he has gone against |
| It 'so sick stupid, the hungry after that sam' |
| And cruise around the city, to find what they are missing |
| And get a thick bundle, prepared for the worst |
| From my point of view, point of view |
| It 'so sick stupid, the hungry after that sam' |
| And cruise around the city, to find what they are missing |
| And get a thick bundle, prepared for the worst |
| From my point of view, point of view |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Tomme Løfter ft. Per Vers, Face, 5-Dob | 2017 |
| Alt Du Har ft. Face | 2010 |
| Dåselatter ft. Pede B | 2014 |
| Turen Hjem | 2013 |
| God Stil | 2013 |
| Sig Det Videre | 2013 |
| Hvis Jeg Ku´ | 2010 |
| Velkommen Tilbage | 2013 |
| Møder Mig | 2013 |
| Efter I Morgen | 2013 |
| Succes | 2013 |
| Afsked | 2013 |
| Når Det Nok | 2013 |
| En Smule Væk | 2013 |
| Ny Dag Truer | 2013 |
| Skru Op | 2013 |
| Drama Queen | 2010 |
| Jeg Glemmer Det Ikk' ft. Luxxx, Marco, 4PRO | 2010 |
| Hjernevask | 2010 |
| Farvel | 2010 |