Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Simon, artist - Pede B. Album song Skarpe Skud, Kapitel 6 - Fuck Hvem Du Kender, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Playground Music Scandinavia
Song language: Danish
Simon(original) |
Lad mig bare lige prøve at se om jeg kan ligge den hele på en gang |
Yeah yeah, okay |
Yeah, okay |
Yeah |
Yeah yeah, okay |
Var ingen folkeskole bølle, mere klassens klovn |
På jagt efter opmærksomhed lige fra mandag morgen |
Lidt problemer i barndomshjemmet gav mig temperament |
Ik' ham der væltede frem, men ku' hjælpe når det var sat igang |
Så mig og Geo vi blev hurtigt forhadte |
For vi var de to i min klasse, der overhovedet ikke ku' ta' det |
Hvis de troede, vi trofaste bukkede os for ældre unger |
For jeg slog tilbage når folk var op' i fjæset på mig |
Jeg så min mor græde derhjemme når folk de truede os |
Det skabte et beskyttergen, der gjorde mig go' til at slås |
En fra næste klassetrin der hed Simon sagde jeg ville få hovedet smadret ind |
Så jeg frøs som en mannequin |
Og han var stor som en i helvede, jeg var ret nervøs |
Forstillede mig hvordan ham og de andre trampede løs |
For han grinede og lovede mig den næste morgen |
Ville jeg få tæsk i gården til jeg lignede de skæve tårn |
Gik hjem fra skole med en puls der var ekstra høj |
Og prøvede at skjule hovedet inde i min hættetrøje |
Jeg måtte gøre noget, bare en foranstaltning |
Frygtede pludselig alting og frygten gjorde mig halvblind |
Løb ind på værelset, og gik på listefod |
Over mod hjørnet, for jeg havde fået en idé i hovedet |
I mit klædeskabs bund havde jeg et hemligt rum |
En smule vodka og en kniv der var temmelig ond |
En otte centimeters satan der ku' foldes op |
Hvis han lagde en finger på mig, bare en tommeltot |
Jeg ville ku' forsvare mig han sku' ik' fuckes op |
Ville bare ku' slå tilbage med andet end en uppercut |
Næste dag, tør i munden og ondt i maven |
Prøvet at sende et fjæs der viste jeg var ond og gnaven |
Tunge skridt, et af gangen, op til skolens indgang |
Forberedte mig på når jeg skulle se ham |
Og der gik ikke mange minutter før den høje fyr |
Kom gående i røgskyer, jeg skulede til det møgdyr |
Men han gik bare forbi mig, mens jeg holdt' den |
Ting i lommen der sku' løfte os fra børn til voldsmænd |
Så stod jeg der og tænkte hvornår jeg blev så slem |
Var ik' en psykopat, bare en knægt der kom i klemme |
Og Simon ignorerede mig den smule tid |
Vi gik i skole derefter, damn han skulle bare vide |
Længe for tourneerne og morgenfester |
Vi var bare ballade unger, ikke hårde mennesker |
Simon blev faktisk kendt og trak overskrifter |
Jeg så ham ikke igen før ti år efter |
Ha-ah |
Ha-ah |
Ha-ahaaaahaa |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Vi spoler lige med det samme tiden et årti frem |
Fra den dag hvor bevæbnede Peter han var vildt bange |
Stod i Kastrup Lufthavn og vekslede penge |
Da jeg hørte en velkendt stemme jeg ik' havde hørt rigtig længe |
Vendte mig om og så Simon som der smilte til mig |
Og kunne pludselig mærke sveden mellem mine fingre |
Han hilste på min mor og fik hurtigt nævnt at |
Vi havde gået i skole sammen og gik waay back |
Så pludselig var vi på hilse niveau |
Som om at vores minder fra skolen var virkelig go' |
Jeg var super anspændt mens han snakket om hvor sjovt det var |
At mit talent os' havde gjort mig halv kendt |
Snakkede om en fortid jeg ik' ku' husk' vi havde |
Og sagde at gensynet havde gjort ham super glad |
Jeg var bare forvirret, ik' engang en smule vred |
Imens han smilede som en husmor i et ugeblad |
Jeg kan ikke komme mig over effekten musikken har |
Jeg ik' en star, har bare rykket et par eksemplarer |
Spillet et par shows og fået lidt fri bar |
Nu står jeg i lufthavnen og føler mig som en nar |
Han kendte naturligvis ik' en skid til min side |
Af den konflikt vi to havde i sin tid |
Var bare en lille skid, et forvirret individ |
Hunden der blev skubbet til den næsten var ved at bid' |
Han sagde farvel og vendte om mens jeg tænkte |
Om det var ham mig eller os beggeder var et ændret menneske |
For det så nemt at glemme |
At det ofte er tilfældende der bestemmer hvor vi ender henne |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
(translation) |
Let me just try to see if I can lay it all at once |
Yeah yeah, okay |
Yeah, okay |
Yeah |
Yeah yeah, okay |
Was no elementary school bully, more the class clown |
In search of attention right from Monday morning |
A little trouble in the childhood home gave me temper |
Not the one who rolled over, but could help when it was started |
So me and Geo we were quickly hated |
Because we were the two in my class who could not take it at all |
If they thought we faithful bowed down to older kids |
Because I hit back when people were up 'in my face |
I saw my mother crying at home when people they threatened us |
It created a protective gene that made me go 'to fight |
One from the next grade named Simon said I would get my head smashed in |
So I froze like a mannequin |
And he was big as one in hell, I was pretty nervous |
Imagined how he and the others stomped loose |
For he laughed and promised me the next morning |
Would I get beaten up in the yard until I looked like the Leaning Towers |
Went home from school with a pulse that was extra high |
And tried to hide my head inside my hoodie |
I had to do something, just a measure |
Suddenly feared everything and the fear made me half blind |
Ran into the room, and walked on ledge |
Over to the corner, for I had an idea in my head |
In the bottom of my wardrobe I had a secret room |
A bit of vodka and a knife that was pretty evil |
An eight centimeter satan that could be folded up |
If he put a finger on me, just a thumb |
I wanted to be able to defend myself he'm not fucking up |
Just wanted to be able to fight back with something other than an uppercut |
The next day, dry mouth and stomach ache |
Tried sending a face that showed I was evil and grumpy |
Heavy steps, one at a time, up to the school entrance |
Prepared for when I was going to see him |
And not many minutes passed before the tall guy |
Come walking in clouds of smoke, I scowled at that dung beetle |
But he just walked past me while I was holding it |
Things in the pocket that would lift us from children to perpetrators |
Then I stood there thinking when I got so naughty |
Was not a psychopath, just a kid who got in trouble |
And Simon ignored me that little bit of time |
We went to school then, damn he just needed to know |
Long for the tours and morning parties |
We were just trouble kids, not tough people |
Simon actually became famous and drew headlines |
I did not see him again until ten years later |
Ha-ah |
Ha-ah |
Ha-ahaaaahaa |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
We are just fast forwarding a decade ahead |
From the day Peter was armed he was wildly scared |
Stood at Kastrup Airport and exchanged money |
When I heard a familiar voice I had not heard for a very long time |
Turned around and saw Simon smiling at me |
And could suddenly feel the sweat between my fingers |
He greeted my mother and was quickly mentioned that |
We had gone to school together and went waay back |
Then suddenly we were on the greeting level |
As if our memories of school were really good ' |
I was super tense while he talked about how fun it was |
That my talent os' had made me half known |
Talked about a past I did not 'ku' remember 'we had |
And said the reunion had made him super happy |
I was just confused, not even a little angry |
Meanwhile, he smiled like a housewife in a weekly magazine |
I can not get over the effect the music has |
I'm not a star, have only moved a few copies |
Played a few shows and got a little free bar |
Now I stand at the airport and feel like a fool |
Of course he did not know a shit to my side |
Of the conflict we two had in its time |
Was just a little shit, a confused individual |
The dog that was pushed to it was almost biting ' |
He said goodbye and turned around while I thought |
Whether it was him me or both of us was a changed human being |
For it so easy to forget |
That it is often coincidence that determines where we end up |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ah (la la la la) |
Ha-ahaaaahaa (la la la la la laa) |