Whiskystemme - Erik Og Kriss

Seriøst

Jeg er seriøs, seriøst

At jeg bitchslappa dama di og kalt’henne tøs

Du vet, det jeg mente var

Ai låvv hør verimøøtsj

Seriøst, jeg snakker alltid sant, når jeg er børst

Vi ekke kompiser til vanlig

Men på flaska er vi bestevenner

NM i ærligprat

Øl på meg og kjempeklemmer

Jeg lover

Dette ekke whiskyn som taler

Jeg er like glad i deg som buisnessavtaler

Hva om vi ringes til uka, tar å stikker ut og

Bekrefter det jeg sier til deg nå

D’ekke ljug og vi ruler smooth

Gjennom tune’sa til snoop dog

Super ukeslutt, setter alltid planen ut da

Jeg ekke full av piss, jeg er full av festhumør

Overdriver litt på fylla, det er vel sånn alle gjør

Har hørt om whiskystemme mye i det siste

Men at alkohol har stemme

Er mer enn jeg visste

Det er en helt egen stemme, en helt egen røst

Som styrer systemet hver gang jeg er tørst

Og får alltid bestemme, fåkke samstemt det først

Sier: ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh

Så jeg var litt for krass, vakke min feil

Gikk inn på feil dass, vakke min feil

Knuste noen glass, vakke min feil

Det var alkoholen som snakket for meg

Så jeg prata litt piss, vakke min feil

Slang litt mye dritt, vakke min feil

Det var ikke Kriss, vakke min feil

Det var alkoholen som som snakket for meg

Hei, vent!

Det er glemt

Alt det kunne ikke stemt

Er fortrengt

Det er slemt, at du tar det opp igjen

Sånt skjer, å du ler

Som om du husker mer

Kunne holdt foredrag om all shitt (ish) du skrev

Og hun var ikke pen

Hun du dro med i busken

Jeg husker jeg så dobbelt

Men hun så ut som nattbussen

Den dusten

Helt rusten, men det vakke min feil

Det var alkoholen som snakket for meg

Seriously

I'm serious, serious

That I bitch slapped your lady and called her slut

You know, what I meant was

Ai låvv hør verimøøtsj

Seriously, I always speak the truth when I'm brushed

We are not friends as usual

But in the bottle, we are best friends

NM in honest talk

Beer on me and huge hugs

I promise

This is not whiskey that speaks

I love you as much as business deals

What if we call for the week, take to sticking out and

Confirm what I say to you now

Don’t lie and we’ll roll smooth

Through tune’s to snoop dog

Super weekend, always puts the plan out then

I'm not full of piss, I'm full of party spirit

Exaggerating a bit on drunkenness, that's probably how everyone does

Have heard about whiskey systems a lot lately

But that alcohol has a voice

Is more than I knew

It is a voice of its own, a voice of its own

Which controls the system every time I'm thirsty

And always get to decide, get it agreed first

Sier: ohh ohh ohh, ohh ohh ohh

So I was a little too crass, beautiful my mistake

Went in on the wrong dass, beautiful my mistake

Broke some glass, beautiful my mistake

It was the alcohol that spoke to me

So I talk a little piss, beautiful my mistake

Slang a bit a lot of shit, beautiful my mistake

It was not Kriss, beautiful my fault

It was the alcohol that spoke for me

Hey, wait!

It's forgotten

All that could not be voted

Is displaced

It's bad that you bring it up again

That's happening, you laugh

As if you remember more

Could give a lecture on all the shit (ish) you wrote

And she was not pretty

She you went with in the bush

I remember twice

But she looked like the night bus

That jerk

Completely rusty, but it's my fault

It was the alcohol that spoke to me