Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hvem Ved?, artist - Pede B. Album song Gin & Cocio, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.03.2016
Record label: Playground Music Scandinavia
Song language: Danish
Hvem Ved?(original) |
Jeg har det virkelig slemt |
Scenariet det virker bekendt |
Jeg er lige nu et mix af forvirring og kvalme |
Fifty fifty procent |
Jeg blackouttet i går, ikke videre intelligent |
Jeg har været her før, men hvornår det er virkelig glemt |
Der' intet lys her, kun et enkelt skær fra måneskin |
Der ikke rigtig afslører noget i forhold til hvordan jeg' nået herind |
Der hænger noget tøj på nogle bøjler der godt kunne passe en anden kvinde |
Oh shit forhelvede william hvordan ku' du være så dum og blind |
I bagrunden afbrydes stilheden af et kirketårn |
Og lige ved min side der ligger hun, akkurat som sidste morgen |
Klør i mit nakkehår tænk at min aften i går |
Blev slettet fordi man tar' en tår, det sku lidt hardcore |
Så mysteriet lige nu er kort sagt hvad fanden hun siger |
Når hun lukker de smukke øjne op jeg har ingen alibier |
Tænker på Jimmy igen og det river i maven som sandpapir |
Ville jo bare lave musik, så hvorfor de bandekriger fantasier |
Ingen ved hvor du kommer hen |
Jeg tvivler på, du husker det selv |
Og hvem har sine sko på i seng |
Jeg tror det' bedst du smutter igen |
Ella slår øjnene op og lukker det venstre |
Og sender mig et blikket der allermest minder mig om nogle skuffede forældre |
William jeg tror sgu ikke du er en af de der unge mennesker |
Men den her slags ballade den render jeg ik' rundt efter |
Hun fortæller at jeg kom forbi allerede klokken 10 |
Uden noget klogt eller godt at sige |
Jeg havde undskyldt og snakket om en ven der krævede hjælp |
Før jeg var begyndt at ævle om gin og kakaomælk |
Hun havde taget mig ind, mest bare af sympati |
For jeg ku bestemt ik' tage vare af mig selv, det var tydelig' |
Nu sad vi så i sengen igen, som en syg kopi |
Af formiddagen i går, bortset fra nu, var der en ny kemi |
Undskyld tusind gange, du må tænke de værste tanker |
I dine øjne må jeg være en utilregnelig mærkelig dranker |
Men tanken om vi skal drop det' gir niv når hjertet banker |
Jeg ved godt at det en kliché, men jeg synes ik' du som alle de andre |
Mobilen den ringer igen, men stadig fra hemmeligt nummer |
Jeg håber det sælgere, og ik' gangstere, efter pengesummer |
Uanset hvad kan jeg ligeså godt afvise opkaldet |
Hvis det' kriminelle håber jeg ikke det bliver forkert opfattet |
Vi snakker stille og roligt i sengen da det går op for mig |
Bilnøglerne ik' gemmer sig i mine tomme lommer |
Og med mit held har jeg helt sikkert glemt at låse den |
Eller os' sidder nøglerne bare i døren der så er åben |
Jeg undskylder igen, samler min jakke op fra gulvet |
For at checke om bilen er lukket, eller forsvundet |
Hun rynker panden og spørger «kan det passe du igen smutter» |
Jeg svarer du må slå mig ihjel hvis jeg ik' er tilbage om 5 minutter |
(translation) |
I'm feeling really bad |
The scenario it seems familiar |
I'm right now a mix of confusion and nausea |
Fifty fifty percent |
I blackouted yesterday, no further intelligent |
I've been here before, but when is it really forgotten |
There's no light here, only a single glow from the moonlight |
That does not really reveal anything in terms of how I 'got in here |
There are some clothes hanging on some hangers that might well fit another woman |
Oh shit hellam william how could you be so stupid and blind |
In the background, the silence is interrupted by a church tower |
And right by my side there she lies, just like last morning |
Claws in my neck hair think of my night yesterday |
Was deleted because you take a tear, it sku a little hardcore |
So the mystery right now is, in short, what the hell she's saying |
When she closes her beautiful eyes I have no alibis |
Thinking of Jimmy again and it tears in his stomach like sandpaper |
Just wanted to make music, so why do they gang war fantasies |
Nobody knows where you're going |
I doubt you remember it yourself |
And who wears his shoes to bed |
I think it's best you slip away again |
Ella opens her eyes and closes her left |
And sends me a look that most reminds me of some disappointed parents |
William I do not think you're one of those young people |
But this kind of trouble I do not run around after |
She tells me that I came by already at 10 o'clock |
Without anything wise or good to say |
I had apologized and talked about a friend who demanded help |
Before I had started waffling about gin and cocoa milk |
She had taken me in, mostly just out of sympathy |
Because I certainly could not 'take care of myself, it was clear' |
Now we sat in bed again, like a sick copy |
By the morning of yesterday, except now, there was a new chemistry |
Sorry a thousand times, you have to think the worst thoughts |
In your eyes, I must be an erratic strange drinker |
But the thought of dropping it's gives level when the heart beats |
I know it's a cliché, but I do not think you're like everyone else |
The mobile it rings again, but still from secret number |
I hope it sellers, and not gangsters, for sums of money |
Either way, I might as well reject the call |
If it's criminal I do not hope it will be misunderstood |
We talk quietly in bed as it dawns on me |
The car keys are not hidden in my empty pockets |
And with my luck, I definitely forgot to lock it |
Or we 'just put the keys in the door which is then open |
I apologize again, picking up my jacket from the floor |
To check if the car is closed or has disappeared |
She frowns and asks «can it fit you slip again» |
I answer you can kill me if I'm not back in 5 minutes |