Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Min Ven Min Ven, artist - Suspekt. Album song Sindssyge Ting, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tabu
Song language: Danish
Min Ven Min Ven(original) |
Jeg taber ikk' værdi — Rolex stil |
Drømmer om et langt liv |
Sidder i en provins og måler penge |
Stang stiv, og ingen ting at lave |
Frygter for et kort liv |
Mig og mine venner i offensiv |
Slaver i systemet |
Prøver at kommere videre som et kollektiv |
Ryger lidt — for at ku' bli' hængende |
Prøver at være som en mand |
Hah — drømmer om en strand |
Mens det hele er på randen |
Og alt det går op i flammer |
Ka' ikk' slip' for min' tanker |
Prøver at være som em mand |
Som min mor hun har skabt mig |
Jeg er der for min' rigtig' venner |
Jeg blir' der for min' rigtig' venner |
Hvis du ikk' står der når mit liv ender |
Så' du ikk' en af min' rigtig' venner |
Håber du var der for din' rigtig' venner |
Men det' sjovt som vi selv vender |
Vender ryggen til alle dem du kender |
Åbenbart ikk' en af de rigtig' venner |
Min ven, min ven, min ven |
Sjovt som du ændrer dig |
Og straks er du væk her fra |
Så nu står du derop' helt flot |
Peger fingre af dem som der var der for dig |
Og du vil så gern' væk herfra |
Afventer dit modspil |
Gadesælgeren der smiler i modvind |
Forventer ikk' du sælger ud af dit gode skind |
Traumecenteret der håber på solskin |
Vi' så klar — klar |
Du har ikk' en skid på far — ah |
Og forvanrede tider der slanger sig igennem forgår bar' |
For homie, en æra er slut |
Bægeret er flydt over, dit panser det' brudt ned |
Djævelen smiler, det vender |
Sender universelle strømme tilbage så det ender |
Genkender ikk' længere de mennesker der havde din ryg |
Det må plage et styk' hen af vejen |
Ulykken før stregen, målet det' gennemhullet |
Når pulsen den banker, og ingen længere er med på legen |
Det fulgte den til mellemgulvet |
To slags mennesker — dem jeg elsker og dem der' forsvundet |
I en syg strøm af selvhad og storhed |
Elektriske tanker — lukker dit lort ned |
Vi står klar — klar |
Du har ikk' en skid på mig — ah |
Vi sejler videre, for der er det slut |
Tidligere end snart |
Jeg er der for min' rigtig' venner |
Jeg blir' der for min' rigtig' venner |
Hvis du ikk' står der når mit liv ender |
Så' du ikk' en af min' rigtig' venner |
Håber du var der for din' rigtig' venner |
Men det' sjovt som vi selv vender |
Vender ryggen til alle dem du kender |
Åbenbart ikk' en af de rigtig' venner |
Min ven, min ven, min ven |
Sjovt som du ændrer dig |
Og straks er du væk her fra |
Så nu står du derop' helt flot |
Peger fingre af dem som der var der for dig |
Og du vil så gern' væk herfra |
(translation) |
I'm losing value — Rolex style |
Dreaming of a long life |
Sitting in a province measuring money |
Rod stiff, and nothing to do |
Fear of a short life |
Me and my friends on the offensive |
Slaves in the system |
Trying to move forward as a collective |
Smokes a little — to hang around |
Trying to be like a man |
Hah — dreaming of a beach |
While it's all on the brink |
And all that goes up in flames |
Ka' ikk' let go of my thoughts |
Trying to be like em man |
Like my mother she created me |
I'm there for my 'real' friends |
I'll be there for my real friends |
If you don't say when my life ends |
So you're not one of my real friends |
Hope you were there for your 'real' friends |
But it's fun as we ourselves turn |
Turning your back on everyone you know |
Obviously not one of the real friends |
My friend, my friend, my friend |
Funny how you change |
And immediately you are out of here |
So now you're standing up there looking great |
Pointing fingers at those who were there for you |
And you want to get out of here |
Awaiting your counterplay |
The street vendor smiling in the headwind |
Don't expect you to sell out of your good skin |
The trauma center that hopes for sunshine |
We're ready — ready |
You don't give a shit about dad — ah |
And lost times winding through pass bare' |
Because homie, an era is over |
The cup has overflowed, your armor has broken down |
The devil smiles, it turns |
Sending universal currents back so it ends |
No longer recognize the people who had your back |
It must hurt a bit down the road |
The accident before the line, the target it' pierced |
When the pulse is pounding and no one is in the game anymore |
It followed it to the diaphragm |
Two kinds of people — the ones I love and the ones gone |
In a sick current of self-loathing and grandiosity |
Electric Tanks — shuts your shit down |
We stand ready — ready |
You don't give a shit about me — ah |
We sail on, for it is over |
Sooner than soon |
I'm there for my 'real' friends |
I'll be there for my real friends |
If you don't say when my life ends |
So you're not one of my real friends |
Hope you were there for your 'real' friends |
But it's fun as we ourselves turn |
Turning your back on everyone you know |
Obviously not one of the real friends |
My friend, my friend, my friend |
Funny how you change |
And immediately you are out of here |
So now you're standing up there looking great |
Pointing fingers at those who were there for you |
And you want to get out of here |