Løb - 4Fod, Xander

Løb!

Som var det på gaden eller på løbebånd

Løb!

Fra alt der tynger dig, du ku jo dø I morgen

Løb!

Så ka du stadig nå toget, du ka stadig nå noget

Løb, løb, løb for livet!

Løb!

Hen over stok og sten — løb som et fucking svin

Løb så det hviner fra dine sutter som et dollargrin

Løb!

Som fra politiet, løb om kap med den udøvende magt

Til dine ben spasser under dig, ude af takt

Løb!

Som et marathon, løb!

Som I din barndom

Når du havde fucket op og ku høre din far kom

Løb, som dead beat daddies fra deres afkom

Bare løb, løb, det er det det drejer sig om

Tiden løber mens du ligger planer

Løb indtil verden ligger bag dig

For tiden går I stå før du aner

Så løb indtil du ender for oven, oven

Løb!

Fra dit ansvar, løb som en spasser

Løb!

Som rapstars, der flygter fra deres fanskare

Løb!

Som var selveste djævlen I hælene på dig

Løb!

Og skynd dig, før 7-eleven lukker

De sir pas på du ikk dør af stress, før du 60

Jeg sir pas på du ikk hører for meget øregas

Løb!

Hvis du tør at satse liv og lemmer

Det din førsteplads, det dit glitter og glimmer

Løb!

Som munden på en fej stikker, løb fra dine regninger

Løb!

Uden at vide hvor vejen ender

Løb!

Fra din skyggeside, løb fra dødsriget

Løb!

Fra… Glem det, bare løb for livet

Tiden løber mens du ligger planer

Løb indtil verden ligger bag dig

For tiden går I stå før du aner

Så løb indtil du ender for oven, oven

Jeg hører at du går som en vinder

Du burde løbe motherfucker, prøv at se mig

Uret tikker det nytter ikke at flygt fra tiden

Men du er skydeskive så løb for livet

Folk de stresser og jager, bitcher og klager

Vrisser og er tvære, der er ingen plads til at ha sin næste kær

For det er et ræs det her, så løb det bedst du har lært

Gå for den homie og så må det briste eller bære

Der er fart over feltet og der er fest over her

Fest over der, og ingen tid til at restituere

Så du haster bare videre og får stress og går ned og

Må ta en breather… Løb!

Du skal jo nå det hele, du skal jo slå dig ned

Inden du fylder 30 somre, du skal da åbne et sted

Du skal sørge for hele verden skal få besked

Men du har brug for tid, homie du er ude og skide

Du løber sgu så hurtigt du kan, prøver at få skuden I land

Men du er ude af stand til at fuldføre din plan

For du har ikk tid og tid er penge

Og du vil hellere bare blive derhjemme og ligge I sengen

Og det ka virke som om du virkelig doven

Men det ikk for sjov når du ligger vågen om natten og ikk ka sove

Ska nå så mange ting imorgen, for få timer I døgnet

Ikk nok dage I ugen og ingen tid til fornøjelse

Du kører I højeste gear, alting er stressfaktor

Du ender med at trække vejret gennem en respirator

4Fods diagnose har du nok hørt om

(Stress) vores nationale folkesygdom

Tiden løber mens du ligger planer

Løb indtil verden ligger bag dig

For tiden går I stå før du aner

Så løb indtil du ender for oven, oven

Jeg hører at du går som en vinder

Du burde løbe motherfucker, prøv at se mig

Uret tikker det nytter ikke at flygt fra tiden

Men du er skydeskive så løb for livet

Race!

Like it was on the street or on a treadmill

Race!

From everything that weighs on you, you could die tomorrow

Race!

Then you can still reach the train, you can still reach something

Run, run, run for life!

Race!

Over stick and stone - ran like a fucking pig

Run so it squeaks from your pacifiers like a dollar grin

Race!

As from the police, raced with the executive

To your legs walk under you, out of step

Race!

Like a marathon, run!

As in your childhood

Once you had fucked up and could hear your dad coming

Run like dead beat daddies from their offspring

Just run, run, that's what it's about

Time flies while you make plans

Run until the world is behind you

At the moment you stop before you know it

So run until you end up on top, on top

Race!

From your responsibility, run like a walker

Race!

Like rapstars fleeing from their fan base

Race!

As was the devil himself on your heels

Race!

And hurry before the 7-student closes

They sir make sure you do not die of stress before you 60

I'm careful you do not hear too much ear gas

Race!

If you dare to bet life and limbs

It your first place, it your glitter and glitter

Race!

As the mouth of a coward stings, run from your bills

Race!

Without knowing where the road ends

Race!

From your shadow side, run from the realm of the dead

Race!

From… Forget it, just run for your life

Time flies while you make plans

Run until the world is behind you

At the moment you stop before you know it

So run until you end up on top, on top

I hear you go like a winner

You should run motherfucker, try to see me

The clock is ticking it is no use fleeing from time

But you are a target so run for life

People they stress and hunt, bitcher and complain

Twists and is crooked, there is no room to have his next dear

Because this is a race, so run the best you've learned

Go for that homie and then it must burst or wear

There is speed across the field and there is partying over here

Party over there, and no time to recover

So you just hurry on and get stressed and go down and

Must take a breather… Run!

You have to achieve it all, you have to settle down

Before you turn 30 summers, you must then open a place

You need to make sure the whole world gets notified

But you need time, homie you're out fucking

You run damn fast as you can, trying to get the shot ashore

But you are unable to complete your plan

Because you do not have time and time is money

And you'd rather just stay home and lie in bed

And it may seem like you're really lazy

But it's not too fun when you are awake at night and can not sleep

Will reach so many things tomorrow, for a few hours a day

Not enough days a week and no time for pleasure

You drive in top gear, everything is a stress factor

You end up breathing through a respirator

4Foot diagnosis you have probably heard of

(Stress) our national public disease

Time flies while you make plans

Run until the world is behind you

At the moment you stop before you know it

So run until you end up on top, on top

I hear you go like a winner

You should run motherfucker, try to see me

The clock is ticking it is no use fleeing from time

But you are a target so run for life