Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roadrunner, artist - Pede B. Album song Skarpe Skud Kap. 7 - Live Fra Karantænekontoret, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Record label: PB
Song language: Danish
Roadrunner(original) |
Vi puster til gløderne, til bålet står i flammer |
Befri David og Skurken og andre homies, der' bag tremmer |
Vi sigter mod skyer, det' så dope, når skidtet rammer |
Kald det prikken over i’et som rødkål i en shawarma |
Min fucking squad holder nok suppen i kog |
Tommeltot holdes op, front row ved mit show |
Nonstop topdawg, kald det doperman flow |
Der fungerer ud' på gaden ligesom Pokémon Go |
Folk sov på mig, det' dødens fætter |
Prøver at ignorere de her nødraketter |
Får folk op i de røde felter |
Med alle de scener vi ødelægger |
Har et studie med mine dygtige venner |
Plus et ekstra jeg' ved at byg' i min kælder |
Plejede at spille for lidt ølbiletter |
Tæt cirkel, ingen løse ender |
(Hah) Mor, jeg tror, jeg ka' flyve |
Gennem skyen med en fart på cirka 220 |
For der' smæk på, tillad mig at gennemgå |
De kommer ikk' tæt på, hvorfor skulle jeg lyve? |
(Hah) Mor, jeg tror, jeg ka' flyve |
Gennem skyen med en fart på cirka 220 |
For der' smæk på, tillad mig at gennemgå |
De kommer ikk' tæt på, hvorfor skulle jeg lyve? |
(Hah) Op' i skyerne, som himlen var mit skjulested |
Tror, det slutter, når de skudt mig ud med katapultsæde |
Lyt ikk' til dem, der si’r, vi ikk' skal gi' den fuld æde |
De' fake som en guldkæde, du ikk' må gå i poolen med |
De si’r, det' fedt, jeg' bare mig selv i de tekster her |
Men spørgsmålet er naturligvis, hvem fa’en sku' jeg ellers være? |
Du ka' sige, jeg started' ud med at være i mesterlære |
Hos folk, der virkelig tested', hva' du rapped' på de MP3'er |
Jeg' bare i studiet eller ude på tours |
Hvis jeg chillede ligesom folk, så gik jeg hurtigt konkurs |
De der fitnesscenter-muskler er en ussel ressource |
Når jeg kan se på dem, de ikk' ka' slå en flue ud af kurs |
Den her isbjørn ka' ikk fås koldere |
Pulsen stiger, når vi underholder |
Hurtig-hurtig som roadrunner |
Som har det røg, og de blå kommer |
Små tosser og dumme rotter |
Får ikk' lov til at gi' mig blå nosser |
En rigtig konge si’r ikk', han er konge |
Han får det at vide af sine undersåtter |
(Hah) Mor, jeg tror, jeg ka' flyve |
Gennem skyen med en fart på cirka 220 |
For der' smæk på, tillad mig at gennemgå |
De kommer ikk' tæt på, hvorfor skulle jeg lyve? |
(Hah) Mor, jeg tror, jeg ka' flyve |
Gennem skyen med en fart på cirka 220 |
For der' smæk på, tillad mig at gennemgå |
De kommer ikk' tæt på, hvorfor skulle jeg lyve? |
Vi' hurtigt videre som en Tour de France-rytter |
Rammer boksen som fartbøller og slår den i mange stykker |
Vi brager igennem som skarpskytter, så mange føler |
At de ka' hold' tempo, men det ender med kun mascaren løber |
Knokler som en åndsvag for at skub' op af som en Sun Lolly |
Må løb' for det, du ka' regn' med at folk er følelseskolde, rent fuck buddy |
De kan skub' mig ned, men de bumser ved, de ikk' får bugt med Pede, |
for jeg' så trodsig |
Højden gør mig svimmel, det' den syvende himmel, så beam mig up Scotty |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
(translation) |
We breathe to the embers, until the fire is in flames |
Free David and the Villain and other homies behind bars |
We're aiming for clouds, it's so dope when the dirt hits |
Call it the icing on the cake like red cabbage in a shawarma |
My fucking squad probably keeps the soup boiling |
Thumbs up, front row at my show |
Nonstop topdawg, call it doperman flow |
It works out on the street just like Pokémon Go |
People slept on me, it' death's cousin |
Trying to ignore those flares |
Gets people up in the red fields |
With all the scenes we destroy |
Have a studio with my talented friends |
Plus an extra I' by building' in my basement |
Used to play for some beer tickets |
Tight circle, no loose ends |
(Hah) Mom, I think I can fly |
Through the cloud at a speed of approximately 220 |
Because there' bang, allow me to review |
They don't come close, why should I lie? |
(Hah) Mom, I think I can fly |
Through the cloud at a speed of approximately 220 |
Because there' bang, allow me to review |
They don't come close, why should I lie? |
(Hah) Up' in the clouds like the sky was my hiding place |
Guess it ends when they eject me with catapult seat |
Don't listen to those who say we shouldn't give it a full meal |
They're fake like a gold chain you're not allowed to go in the pool with |
They say, it's cool, I'm just myself in the lyrics here |
But the question is, of course, who the hell else was I supposed to be? |
You could say I started out by being a master's apprentice |
At people who really tested what you rapped on those MP3s |
I'm just in the studio or out on tour |
If I chilled like people, I'd quickly go bankrupt |
Those gym muscles are a measly resource |
When I look at them, they can't knock a fly off course |
This polar bear can't get any colder |
Heart rate rises when we are entertaining |
Fast-fast as a roadrunner |
Which has that smoke and the blue ones coming |
Little fools and dumb rats |
Not allowed to give me blue noses |
A real king si’r ikk', he is a king |
He is told by his subjects |
(Hah) Mom, I think I can fly |
Through the cloud at a speed of approximately 220 |
Because there' bang, allow me to review |
They don't come close, why should I lie? |
(Hah) Mom, I think I can fly |
Through the cloud at a speed of approximately 220 |
Because there' bang, allow me to review |
They don't come close, why should I lie? |
We' fast forward as a Tour de France rider |
Hit the box like speed bumps and smash it into many pieces |
We break through like sharpshooters, so many feel |
That they can keep pace, but it ends with only the mascara running |
Knuckles like a lunatic to push up like a Sun Lolly |
Gotta run for it, you can count on people being cold, pure fuck buddy |
They can push me down, but the bums know they can't deal with Pede, |
for I' so defiant |
The height makes me dizzy, it' seventh heaven, so beam me up Scotty |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |
Roadrunner, roadrunner, roadrunner (Meep, meep) |