Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jeg Glemmer Det Ikk', artist - Pede B. Album song Jungleloven, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.02.2010
Record label: PB
Song language: Danish
Jeg Glemmer Det Ikk'(original) |
De første grinern rim, yo jeg glemmer dem ikk' |
Det' stadig dem der er grunden til jeg kender din chick |
Og jeg var slem til at drik' (Det fik stemmerne væk) |
Men det' mit liv med fri bar der gør de sender en check |
En hel side I Ekstra-Bladet for vold da jeg var tretten |
Så der' ik' noget at sige til jeg siden det har været fra den |
Det' den eneste fucking gang at skylden den ikke var min |
Så jeg tænke «Homie, nu kan du sgu bare være et svin» |
Jeg fyldte mig med lort men tog afstand fra det |
Mens båndene til de såkaldte venner blev kappet |
Og fik adressen endevendt af betjente (Helt vildt) |
Men selv samme fucking panser passede mig da jeg var lille |
Jeg fik ren attest af dem — men os' tæsk af dem |
Jeg smilede bare og tog røven på den næste af dem |
Føler jeg blev hørt selvom jeg aldrig har stemt |
En brøkdel nævnt, bitch, ikk' en skid glemt |
Husker tilbage på de ting som har skabt mig |
De hændelser og mennesker jeg siger tak for |
Jeg har aldrig sagt jeg var fejlfri |
Erkender hvert et fejltrin som jeg spejles i |
Du er dine erfaringer |
Til den dag du skal herfra |
Jeg mindes gerne for at holde blikket frem af |
For jeg ved hvad jeg er skabt af |
Tænker tilbage på dengang mor og far blev separeret |
Seks år gammel, hele min verden eksploderede |
Men der sku' gå omkring seks år mere |
Før jeg mærkede smerten I hjertet, før det gjorde mig deprimeret |
Følte mig alene, med mine problemer |
Var ikk' engang teen før jeg drak mig ned |
Og tro mig jeg ku' te mig |
Var ligeglad, så jeg lavede en masse ballade |
Var kendt på hver en gade og hadet I nabolaget |
Fandt mig ikk' I noget pis fra nogen |
Før en dag hvor jeg igen var endt I detentionen |
Min far sagde noget der må have været meget svært |
«Hvis du ikk' tager dig sammen, vil jeg ikk' være din far mer'» |
Og mor græd, og det var meget værre |
For jeg skyld I hendes skam, så hun sku' fanme ikke græde mere |
Så jeg var nødt til at ændre det shit |
Sætte en ende på det pis, men jeg glemmer det ikk' |
Husker tilbage på de ting som har skabt mig |
De hændelser og mennesker jeg siger tak for |
Jeg har aldrig sagt jeg var fejlfri |
Erkender hvert et fejltrin som jeg spejles i |
Du er dine erfaringer |
Til den dag du skal herfra |
Jeg mindes gerne for at holde blikket frem af |
For jeg ved hvad jeg er skabt af |
Maler mine indre vægge for at bremse kampen I mig |
Men holder fast I gamle minder indtil jeg forsvinder |
Er rykket videre men jeg glemmer det ikk' |
Alle de venner der forhindrede at jeg sænkede mit blik |
Har set, lange nætter, rocket scener sammen med raplegender |
Efterfulgt af pisselange formiddage med abstinenser |
Der' både slanger blandt rappere og branchemennesker |
Brændt barn skyr ilden, så det' ikk' dem jeg render efter |
Musikken gav mig meget mere end jeg troede var muligt |
Så du ser mig ikk' blive arrogant og tykhovedet lige pludselig |
Jeg claimede jeg var fokuseret, I '05 |
Og drak mig stadigvæk så fuld jeg ikk' ku' gå hjem |
Da jeg var lille troede jeg at jeg var helt usårlig |
Til far skulle med til forhøret, for jeg var mindreårig |
Som 19-årig var jeg ødelagt, troede jeg døde |
Snart, nu' jeg 25, stolt af det pis der lykkedes mig |
Husker tilbage på de ting som har skabt mig |
De hændelser og mennesker jeg siger tak for |
Jeg har aldrig sagt jeg var fejlfri |
Erkender hvert et fejltrin som jeg spejles i |
Du er dine erfaringer |
Til den dag du skal herfra |
Jeg mindes gerne for at holde blikket frem af |
For jeg ved hvad jeg er skabt af |
(translation) |
The first laughs rhyme, yo I do not forget them ' |
It's still them that's why I know your chick |
And I was naughty to drink '(It got the votes away) |
But it's my life with free bar that makes them send a check |
An entire page in Ekstra-Bladet for violence when I was thirteen |
So there's' nothing to say to me since it's been from it |
It's the only fucking time that the blame it was not mine |
So I think «Homie, now you can just be a pig» |
I filled myself with shit but distanced myself from it |
While the ties to the so-called friends were cut |
And got the address turned upside down by officers (Absolutely wild) |
But even the same fucking armor suited me when I was little |
I got a clean certificate from them - but we 'beat them |
I just smiled and took the ass off the next of them |
Feel like I was heard even though I never voted |
A fraction mentioned, bitch, not a shit forgotten |
I remember the things that created me |
The events and people I say thank you for |
I never said I was flawless |
Recognizes every mistake I make |
You are your experience |
For the day you need to get out of here |
I like to remember to keep my eyes peeled |
For I know what I am made of |
Thinking back to the time mom and dad were separated |
Six years old, my whole world exploded |
But there should be about six more years |
Before I felt the pain in my heart, before it made me depressed |
Felt alone, with my problems |
Was not even a teenager before I drank myself down |
And believe me I could |
Did not care so I made a lot of trouble |
Was known on every street and hated the neighborhood |
Did not find me 'in any piss from anyone |
Before a day where I again ended up in detention |
My father said something that must have been very difficult |
"If you do not get along, I will not be your father anymore." |
And mom cried and it was much worse |
Because I'm to blame for her shame, so she'm not going to cry anymore |
So I had to change that shit |
Put an end to that piss, but I will not forget it ' |
I remember the things that created me |
The events and people I say thank you for |
I never said I was flawless |
Recognizes every mistake I make |
You are your experience |
For the day you need to get out of here |
I like to remember to keep my eyes peeled |
For I know what I am made of |
Painting my inner walls to slow down the fight In me |
But hold on to old memories until I disappear |
Have moved on but I will not forget it ' |
All the friends who prevented me from lowering my gaze |
Have seen, long nights, rocket scenes along with rap legends |
Followed by piss-long mornings with abstinences |
There's both snakes among rappers and industry people |
Burnt child shuns the fire, so it 'ikk' them I run after |
The music gave me much more than I thought was possible |
So you do not see me getting arrogant and fat-headed all of a sudden |
I claimed I was focused, I '05 |
And still drank me so drunk I could not 'go' home |
When I was little I thought I was completely invulnerable |
Dad had to come to the interrogation because I was a minor |
As a 19-year-old I was devastated, I thought I was dead |
Soon, now I'm 25, proud of the piss I succeeded |
I remember the things that created me |
The events and people I say thank you for |
I never said I was flawless |
Recognizes every mistake I make |
You are your experience |
For the day you need to get out of here |
I like to remember to keep my eyes peeled |
For I know what I am made of |