Lyrics of Bravo - Pumba

Bravo (original)

Starta med alle odds imot meg
Spør meg hvor mye jeg har gjort feil
Prøvde mitt beste, men det va’kke lett uten foresatte tilstedet,
hadde ikke no' peil
For dette livet her er villt, mann
Og det kan ta deg hvor du vil, mann
Men djevelen venta med et smil, han
Tok meg og gjorde meg til villmann (aaaaah)
Klosser weed, hekker cola
Telefon i hver hånd, følte meg skikkelig stor as
Fuck the world, bare siterte Tupac
Fuck en jobb, jeg selger heller dop as
Tusenlapper, tusenlapper
Folk har mistet liv for noen tusenlapper
Folk har blitt til dyr for noen tusenlapper
Jeg mista mitt ansikt for noen tusenlapper
Som det er gud som snakker
Vi følger dritten som det er gud som snakker
Men det er djevelen som lurer fuckers
Så vi ikke ser det når det er gud som snakker
Vurderte å ta meg sjøl ut, men fuck it
Har mer å gjøre her enn under bakken
Skapte meg sjøl så hvem er du til å takkes
Jeg er Richard Bravo, hvem er du til å snakke?
Levde som ingenting var viktig
Jakta på alt det var profitt i
Jeg var så blenda av spenna, men enda kunne jeg ikke se forskjellen på hva jeg
gjorde riktig
Og på tinga jeg gjorde galt
Er et under at jeg ikke falt
For dopet får deg til å rømme fra virkeligheten og det var det jeg ville mer
enn alt
Livet mitt var virkelig et helvete
Det merkes, men du kan’ke se de merkene
Det sterkeste var dagene jeg merket det at merkene var dypere enn jeg merket
selv
Bæda, jævla svarting gjorde alt (alt)
Bare for kjærligheten til tall, (tall)
Tider da alle snakka om metall, (tall)
Va’kke så kult når hylsene falt
Som det er gud som snakker
Vi følger ego som det er gud som snakker
Og stoltheten som det er gud som snakker
Men du vet selv at det er du som snakker
Det er du som snakker, var uten anger
Skjønte det selv for jeg var uten tanker
Handla på ren impuls i grunn som, fuck it
Jeg er Richard Bravo, hvem er du til å snakke?

(translation)

Start with all odds against me
Ask me how much I've done wrong
Tried my best, but it wasn't easy without guardians there,
had no idea
Because this life here is wild, man
And it can take you where you want, man
But the devil was waiting with a smile, he
Took me and turned me wild (aaaaah)
Blocks weed, nests coke
Phone in each hand, felt really big ass
Fuck the world, just quoting Tupac
Fuck a job, I'd rather sell dope as
Thousands, thousands
People have lost their lives for a few thousand Swedish kroner
People have turned into animals for a few thousand pounds
I lost my face for a few thousand dollars
As it is god speaking
We follow the crap like it's god speaking
But it is the devil who deceives the fuckers
So we don't see it when it's god speaking
Considered taking myself out, but fuck it
Got more to do here than underground
Created myself so who are you to thank
I'm Richard Bravo, who are you to talk?
Lived like nothing was important
Hunt for everything that was profitable
I was so dazzled by the excitement, but I still couldn't tell the difference between what I
did right
And the things I did wrong
It's a wonder I didn't fall
Because the drug makes you escape from reality and that's what I wanted more
than everything
My life was truly a hell
It is marked, but you can't see the marks
The strongest were the days I noticed that the marks were deeper than I noticed
self
Botha, fucking blackness did it all (everything)
Just for the love of numbers, (numbers)
Times when everyone was talking about metal, (numbers)
Not so cool when the sleeves fell
As it is god speaking
We follow ego like it is god speaking
And the pride that it is god speaking
But you yourself know that it is you who is speaking
It is you who are talking, was without remorse
Even though I was out of thoughts
Act on pure impulse because, like, fuck it
I'm Richard Bravo, who are you to talk?