Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hvor Gærdet Er Lavest , by - TrepacRelease date: 16.04.2011
Song language: Danish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hvor Gærdet Er Lavest , by - TrepacHvor Gærdet Er Lavest(original) |
| Jeg' en temmelig doven hund, det' det de kender mig som |
| Jeg tjekker gærdet, hvis det' højt yo så vender jeg om |
| Med mine hænder i lommen, jeg' en slacker af sind |
| Bare en passiv stener, jeg passer ik' ind |
| Passer mig selv og puff, puff, passer de pinde |
| De kører for os for alle vil de høre os buste' yeah |
| Vers der' overlegne, det' ik' hårdt arbejde |
| Musikken gør vi kommer både i og over hegnet |
| Så der' ik' stress, det gider vi ik' |
| Vi sover længe laver rap og skriver siderne tæt |
| Det skide skægt, ja nogen gange er livet sgu let |
| For hvert et vers jeg tropper op og spytter bliver the shit |
| Jeg giver for lidt så jeg' flad og har gæld |
| Før jeg ser mig om har jeg pludselig plader og sælge |
| Tingene kommer til mig, jeg vader i held |
| Se nu bare, nu fik det her vers også skrevet sig selv |
| Vi knokler ik', vi tar' de lette løsninger |
| Det går jo nok, ja fru Fortuna kysser mig |
| Så det er uanset hvad der skal laves |
| Vi springer over hvor gærdet er lavest |
| Vi knokler ik', men tar' det lidt chill |
| Vi har ik' meget, men har det for vildt |
| Vi gør kun lige netop hvad der end kræves |
| Springer over hvor gærdet er lavest |
| Fra den dag jeg lærte om pral har jeg fået det meste foræret |
| For livet er en leg og jeg har ligget med benene i vejret |
| Har gjort andre pisse frustrerede |
| Har du set apps tags for nyligt, så ved du hvor jeg senest har været |
| Lige der hvor gærdet er lavest, hvor jeg ik' behøver at røre en finger |
| Min dovne røv finder en elevator hvis døren binder |
| Med ti tommelfingre, født af akademikere |
| Uden dem var jeg nok blevet en amøbe uden meninger |
| De må ha' givet mig goe' gener |
| For jeg' så forbandet talentfuld jeg burde ha' en endefuld og nogle problemer |
| Og ja jeg smadrer hovedet på sømmet |
| Men mens jeg klør mig i nakken snubler jeg over nålen i høstakken |
| Så gi' mig lidt udfordring, det her' er ik' |
| Så du blir' taget ud i en udånding |
| Vi sælger illusioner, billig humor og drømme |
| Så kald os hule og tomme, misundelsen gør jer stadig gule og grønne |
| Vi knokler ik', vi tar' de lette løsninger |
| Det går jo nok, ja fru Fortuna kysser mig |
| Så det er uanset hvad der skal laves |
| Vi springer over hvor gærdet er lavest |
| Vi knokler ik', men tar' det lidt chill |
| Vi har ik' meget, men har det for vildt |
| Vi gør kun lige netop hvad der end kræves |
| Springer over hvor gærdet er lavest |
| Kick’sne er kridtet, så jeg springer over stakittet |
| Lige der hvor det er lavest, og allerhelst så ingen ser det |
| Fejer skidtet ind under de andres gulvtæppe |
| For at undslippe det fact at smilet stadigt er kunstigt |
| Taler dukkerne efter munden, hvorfor mundhugges |
| Jeg vil da hellere knalde end råbes af hvis det kan undgås |
| Og når den næste blunt slukkes lugter det af rygestop |
| Men det' kun til Chewbacca og Trepac at der fyrer op |
| Min rodede tilværelse gemmer mine smerteskrig |
| Min sans for økonomi er de mange breve fra RKI |
| Den gemmer den spinkle knægt med de skælvende ben |
| Der kun har en crib fordi han kender en der kender en der kender en |
| Typen der har chillet i skyggen lige fra krybben |
| For doven til at skrive linjer færdig og rimer bare på Fyrsten |
| Brænder først når jeg når den næste bro |
| Og selv hvor gærdet er lavt bruger jeg en hestesko |
| Vi knokler ik', vi tar' de lette løsninger |
| Det går jo nok, ja fru Fortuna kysser mig |
| Så det er uanset hvad der skal laves |
| Vi springer over hvor gærdet er lavest |
| Vi knokler ik', men tar' det lidt chill |
| Vi har ik' meget, men har det for vildt |
| Vi gør kun lige netop hvad der end kræves |
| Springer over hvor gærdet er lavest |
| (translation) |
| I'm a pretty lazy dog, that's what they know me as |
| I check the fence, if it's high yo then I turn around |
| With my hands in my pockets, I'm a slacker of the mind |
| Just a passive stoner, I don't fit in |
| Passing myself and poof, poof, passing the sticks |
| They ride for us 'cause everybody wanna hear us bustin' yeah |
| Verses there' superior, it' ik' hard work |
| The music makes us come both in and over the fence |
| So there's no stress, we don't want that |
| We sleep long making rap and writing the pages close |
| It's funny, yes sometimes life is very easy |
| For every verse I trot up and spit becomes the shit |
| I give too little so I'm flat and in debt |
| Before I look around I suddenly have records and sell |
| Things come to me, I wade in luck |
| Now just look, now this verse also got itself written |
| We don't struggle, we take the easy solutions |
| It's okay, yes, Mrs. Fortuna kisses me |
| So it's whatever needs to be done |
| We skip where the fence is lowest |
| We don't fight, but take it a bit chill |
| We don't have much, but we're having a blast |
| We only do exactly what is required |
| Cutting corners |
| From the day I learned about bragging, I have been gifted with most things |
| Because life is a game and I have been lying with my legs in the air |
| Have made others pissed off frustrated |
| If you've seen the app's tags recently, you know where I've been recently |
| Right where the bar is lowest, where I don't have to lift a finger |
| My lazy ass will find an elevator if the door closes |
| With ten thumbs, born of academics |
| Without them I would probably have become an amoeba without opinions |
| They must have caused me a lot of trouble |
| Because I'm so damn talented I should have a full and some problems |
| And yes I smash the head on the nail |
| But scratching my neck I trip over the needle in the haystack |
| So give me some challenge, this is ik |
| So you will be taken out in one breath |
| We sell illusions, cheap humor and dreams |
| So call us hollow and empty, envy still turns you yellow and green |
| We don't struggle, we take the easy solutions |
| It's okay, yes, Mrs. Fortuna kisses me |
| So it's whatever needs to be done |
| We skip where the fence is lowest |
| We don't fight, but take it a bit chill |
| We don't have much, but we're having a blast |
| We only do exactly what is required |
| Cutting corners |
| Kick's snow is chalky, so I jump the fence |
| Right where it's lowest, and preferably so no one sees it |
| Sweeps the dirt under the others' carpet |
| To escape the fact that the smile is still artificial |
| Do the dolls talk out of their mouths, why are they mutilated |
| I'd rather bang than be yelled at if it can be avoided |
| And when the next blunt is extinguished it smells of smoking cessation |
| But it's only for Chewbacca and Trepac that it fires up |
| My messy existence hides my screams of pain |
| My sense of finance is the many letters from RKI |
| It hides the skinny kid with the trembling legs |
| Who only has a crib because he knows someone who knows someone who knows someone |
| The type that has been chilling in the shade right from the manger |
| Too lazy to finish writing lines and just rhymes with the Prince |
| Only lights up when I reach the next bridge |
| And even where the fence is low I use a horseshoe |
| We don't struggle, we take the easy solutions |
| It's okay, yes, Mrs. Fortuna kisses me |
| So it's whatever needs to be done |
| We skip where the fence is lowest |
| We don't fight, but take it a bit chill |
| We don't have much, but we're having a blast |
| We only do exactly what is required |
| Cutting corners |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Frem ft. Davey, Chewbacca | 2017 |
| Storbysbotaniker ft. Chewbacca | 2015 |