Ruter (feat. Andreas Grega) - Karpe, Andreas Grega

Jeg pleide å spille dødball og innelaget tapte

Når ingen av de løp da de var på et fristed

Lærte at umulig betydde mere kanskje

Hvis ingen av oss turte så vil’ke en dritt skje

Jeg var kanskje’n minste og jeg bomma to ganger

Traff på det siste men ingen sa løp for

Ingen av de visste at vi kunne løpe sammen

Før jeg traff linja, men ikke var død

Nå spiller broren min det samme som jeg spilte

Og han går på samme skole men drømmen er’n annen

Håper han var positiv, da hele laget tvilte

Og han tenker at det er bullshit og løper som faen

Vi låser inn oss I rutor

Vi inte vågar gå ut ifrån

Då kommer rädslan och tar oss

(då kommer rädslan)

Tråkk ut av ruta og få blåveis

Det er lenge sia blåveis betydde et jævla vårtegn

Håndflata under haka når jeg drømmer meg vekk til

Onde tunger sier hva som sømmer seg

Og du har tapt da, skjønner du ikke det?

Man, jeg er drømmen, jeg er alt du ikke ble

Kaster meg fra fjellet, ligger nå I fritt fall

Jeg ser deg I ruta di, du har øya til en tiltalt

Vit at du er skyldig I å følge regler

Jeg skylder ingen ingenting, men jeg kan si jeg lever, mafakkas

Jeg gjør steinen til grus inni neven

Eneste ruta jeg kan fanges I er bussen eller TV’n

Du vet

Let oss med oss själva, letar och förbättrar

Men ingenting är värt det, när leva blivit räddsla

I used to play set pieces and the infield team lost

When neither of them ran when they were in a sanctuary

Learned that impossible meant more maybe

If none of us dared then something bad would happen

I was maybe the youngest and I failed twice

Hit at the last but no one said run for

None of them knew we could run together

Before I hit the line but wasn't dead

Now my brother plays the same as I played

And he goes to the same school but the dream is different

Hope he was positive as the whole team was doubting

And he thinks it's bullshit and runs like hell

We lock ourselves into rutor

We don't dare go out

Then fear comes and takes us

(then comes the fear)

Step out of the box and get a blue road

It's been a long time since the blue road meant a damn sign of spring

My palm under my chin when I dream away

Evil tongues say what is fitting

And you've lost then, don't you see?

Man, I'm the dream, I'm everything you didn't become

Throwing me from the mountain, now in free fall

I see you in your box, you have the island of a defendant

Know that you are guilty of following rules

I owe nobody nothing, but I can say I'm alive, mafakkas

I turn the stone to gravel inside my fist

The only route I can be caught in is the bus or the TV

You know

Let us be with ourselves, searching and improving

But nothing is worth it, when life has been saved