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Hvis vi ku' bytte plads

Bar' for en enkelt nat

Ku' jeg pis' mig selv i søvn' af ren glæde

Og ikk' at vid', hvordan verden er sammensat

Du si’r, det' lettere at gå

I mine end i dine

Men det' bare sko, din fucking nar

Det, vi var, danser mellem de døde blade

Foran opgangen med ekspresvejen, op ad trapperne til tredje

Hvor de klipper pusterum for halvtreds ud af en hundredgrams plade

Og dig, mand, du sku' ha' dig nogle flade

Så du ka' husk', hvor du kommer fra

Det' muligt, de hylder dig for at være mønsterbryder

I min' øjn' er du klasseforræder

Og der har altid været varmt på blokken

Men for dig er det steget et par grader

Jeg håber, det' alle pengene værd, at du nu sidder der isoleret

Uden nogen af de gamle drenge, du ka' bræk' brød med

Jeg ved, du prøver at få det til at se cool ud at være enspænder

Men, din bums, det' du ogs' nødt til

For du' blevet alt det, du sagde, vi ikk' ville

En fucking pacifist, der tror, det kræver mod at leve fejt

Det' intet under, jeg jagted' en tidlig død

Når alternativet var, at jeg sku' vokse op og bli' mig

Hvis vi ku' bytte plads

Bar' for en enkelt nat

Ku' jeg pis' mig selv i søvn' af ren glæde

Og ikk' at vid', hvordan verden er sammensat

Du si’r, det' lettere at gå

I mine end i dine

Men det' bare sko, din fucking nar

Problemet med at flyt' sig i livet er

Ikk' al', man gern' vil ha' med, de har pakket

Og du sidder så fast i at råb' om et bedre liv

At det lort med garanti kun bli’r ved snakken, men

Jeg nægter tro, du' så dum

Når du romantiser' det bedste, din' forældre ku' gi' dig som slum

Ja, uden pis, mand, det' det sam' som at skide på dit eget hjem

Når du fremstiller dig selv som socialklasse fem

Jeg' lokalpatriot og villig til at gå i graven

For et lille styk' boligblok, der ikk' står i dit navn

Og du' arbejderklasse, men uden arbejdsdisciplin

Og flokdyr æder rester, så du' sulten hele tiden

Med et Rolex på hver arm, en ho i hver en havn

Og et fucking likviditetsproblem en gang om ugen

Mens facetslebet italiensk sten lyser vores søns øjne op

Når vi æder kaviar i spisestuen

Hvis vi ku' bytte plads

Bar' for en enkelt nat

Ku' jeg pis' mig selv i søvn' af ren glæde

Og ikk' at vid', hvordan verden er sammensat

Du si’r, det' lettere at gå

I mine end i dine

Men det' bare sko, din fucking nar

Jeg sværger ved alt, jeg har kært

Jeg aldrig ka' fortryd' noget, der formed' min tilværelse

Så fuck deres sjove rapnavn' og aka’s

Alt, jeg prøver være, er en smule sandfærdig

Der' ingen diskussion om imitation

Ikk' noget overdrevet, det her det' kunsten at leve

Så de ka' men', hva' de vil, mens de brækker deres skuldre

Når de vægter og vejer et hvert ord, jeg har skrevet

Siden jeg sagde: «Farmor, jeg' begyndt at rap'»

Hun sagde: «Hva' det for noget pjat?

Hvordan har du så tænkt at betal' husleje?

Men hvis du endelig gør, bør du brug' din' initialer

Ligesom din' onkler og far før dig»

Jeg' Susans søn, Dermots dreng

Vokset op i et Århus, der' kulturelt beriget

Hvor det' tradition, man ta’r sin førstefødtes navn

Så jeg underskriver alting Abu Constantin

If we could swap places

Bar 'for a single night

Cow 'I piss' myself to sleep' of pure joy

And not 'to know' how the world is composed

You say it's easier to walk

In mine than in yours

But it's just shoes, you fucking fool

What we were dancing between the dead leaves

In front of the stairway with the expressway, up the stairs to the third

Where they cut respite for fifty out of a hundred gram plate

And you, man, you should have some flats

So you can 'remember' where you come from

It's possible they pay tribute to you for being a pattern breaker

In my 'eyes' you are a class traitor

And it has always been hot on the block

But for you, it has risen a few degrees

I hope it's all worth the money now that you're sitting there in isolation

Without any of the old boys you could 'break' broke with

I know you're trying to make it look cool to be a loner

But, your pimple, that 'you too' have to

Because you've become everything you said we did not want to be

A fucking pacifist who thinks it takes courage to live cowardly

It 'no wonder I hunted' an early death

When the alternative was that I should grow up and become myself

If we could swap places

Bar 'for a single night

Cow 'I piss' myself to sleep' of pure joy

And not 'to know' how the world is composed

You say it's easier to walk

In mine than in yours

But it's just shoes, you fucking fool

The problem with moving in life is

Not 'al', you just 'want' to bring ', they have packed

And you're so stuck crying out for a better life

That it's guaranteed to be just talk, but

I deny believing you're so stupid

When you romanticize 'the best, your' parents can 'give' you like a slum

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like shit aint for me either

When you present yourself as social class five

I're a local patriot and willing to go to the grave

For a small piece of 'apartment block that does not' stand in your name

And you 'working class, but without work discipline

And herd animals eat leftovers, so you 'hungry all the time

With a Rolex on each arm, a ho in each port

And a fucking liquidity problem once a week

While the faceted Italian stone lights up our son's eyes

When we eat caviar in the dining room

If we could swap places

Bar 'for a single night

Cow 'I piss' myself to sleep' of pure joy

And not 'to know' how the world is composed

You say it's easier to walk

In mine than in yours

But it's just shoes, you fucking fool

I swear by everything I love

I can never 'regret' anything that shaped my life

So fuck their funny rap names' and aka's

Everything I try to be is a bit truthful

There's no discussion about imitation

Do not overdo it, this is the art of living

So they can do whatever they want while breaking their shoulders

When they weigh and weigh every word I have written

Since I said, "Grandma, I 'started raping'"

She said, "What kind of nonsense?"

So how do you plan to pay rent?

But if you finally do, you should use 'your' initials

Like your 'uncles and father before you »

I 'Susan's son, Dermot's boy

Grew up in an Aarhus that is culturally enriched

Where it's tradition to take your firstborn's name

So I sign everything Abu Constantin