Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forberedt, artist - Pede B. Album song Lilla Lounge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Record label: PB
Song language: Danish
Forberedt(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 |