Helt Min Egen - L.O.C., Barbara Moleko

Alle fyre har noget smart at sige

Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig

Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh (Yeah)

Min swag den er helt min egen (Aha)

Den er alt for meget for dig

Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh

Orh, hun er fuldt ud blæst

Det ka' ses på hendes fuldmånefjæs

Sovekammerøjn', intimt blik og kunstig' læber

Kirurgeret til at se yndig ud, selv når hun flæber

Over knust glas, champagnepletter

Epaney-bobler med dyre etiketter

Hendes mor har opdraget en hjerteknuser

Men jeg' ligesom kush, og hun ska' brug' en pusher

Jeg har en finger på vægten

For vi knepper kun på toppen, så vi fucker udsigten

Men hun vender konsekvent på mig som en grammofon

For det passer ikk', det de synger i radioen

Alle fyre har noget smart at sige

Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig (Orh)

Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh

Min swag den er helt min egen (Aha)

Den er alt for meget for dig

Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh

Hun si’r, hun kun ser mig, når hun drømmer

Men man kan ikk' lyve for en løgner

Med læbestift smurt ud på halsen

Og jeg har aldrig rigtigt lært at dans' valsen

For bitch, jeg' en rock’n’roller, potent peruviansk pulver

Som Binzer på fucking streger, Skaløe i Himalaya

Jeg' Strunge med sorte vinger, cumshots i dit ansigtsglimmer

For baby, det' så på mode at være et fuckhoved

Men det matcher jo en fashionista

Så vi to, vi' ikk' til at bræk' en flig af

Det hel' det går skævt som en turist i Pisa

For hun æder mænd råt — ingen skeezer

Alle fyre har noget smart at sige

Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig

Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig (Ah)

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh (Hehehe)

Min swag den er helt min egen

Den er alt for meget for dig

Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh

Jeg' reduceret til 'fonsvaren — ingen besked tilbage

Udover en enkelt kortfattet, hvor hun hidsigt sagde:

«Om du så var sidste mand på jorden, tror jeg ikk', jeg gad

For du' kikset ligesom hvid chokolade» (Oh)

Føler mig brugt, kneppet og smidt ud

Og mine venner spørg', hvorfor jeg nu ser så slidt ud

Og konspirerer: «Mon han er begyndt at ryge dope?»

Men alt, jeg mindes, er hva' hun sagde, selvom jeg troed', det var en joke:

«Man kan ikk' stol' på nogen, der ka' bløde i fem dage uden at dø»

Men jeg var klog nok til at forsøge

Så nu' jeg dum nok til at stå alen'

Alt imens hun griner af mig sam' hendes fucking veninde

Alle fyre har noget smart at sige

Men jeg vil a-a-aldrig (Huh)

Gi' den op, gi' den op til dig (Huh)

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh

Min swag den er helt min egen (Yeah)

Den er alt for meget for dig

Så gi' den op, gi' den op, sugar

Gi' den op, gi' den op, oh

All guys have something smart to say

But I will a-a-never

Give it up, give it up to you

Give it up, give it up, oh (Yeah)

My swag it is completely my own (Aha)

It's way too much for you

So give it up, give it up, sugar

Give it up, give it up, oh

Orh, she's fully blown

It can be seen on her full moon face

Bedroom eyes ', intimate look and artificial' lips

Surgeon to look adorable even when she's flapping

Over broken glass, champagne stains

Epaney bubbles with expensive labels

Her mother has raised a heartbreaker

But I 'like kush, and she's going to use a pusher

I have a finger on the scales

Because we only fuck at the top, so we fuck the view

But she consistently turns on me like a gramophone

Because what they sing on the radio does not fit

All guys have something smart to say

But I will a-a-never (Orh)

Give it up, give it up to you

Give it up, give it up, oh

My swag it is completely my own (Aha)

It's way too much for you

So give it up, give it up, sugar

Give it up, give it up, oh

She says she only sees me when she dreams

But you can not lie to a liar

With lipstick smeared on the neck

And I never really learned to dance the waltz

For bitch, I'm a rock'n'roller, potent Peruvian powder

Like Binzer on fucking lines, Shell Island in the Himalayas

I 'Strunge with black wings, cumshots in your facial glitter

For baby, it 'looked fashionable to be a fuckhead

But it does match a fashionista

So the two of us, we 'ikk' to break 'a tab of

It's all going awry as a tourist in Pisa

Because she eats men raw - no skeezer

All guys have something smart to say

But I will a-a-never

Give it up, give it up to you (Ah)

Give it up, give it up, oh (Hehehe)

My swag it is completely my own

It's way too much for you

So give it up, give it up, sugar

Give it up, give it up, oh

I 'reduced to' the answering machine - no message left

Besides a single brief, in which she angrily said:

"If you were the last man on earth, I do not think so," I wondered

Because you 'cracked like white chocolate' (Oh)

Feeling used, fucked up and thrown out

And my friends ask 'why I now look so worn

And conspires: "Has he started smoking dope?"

But all I remember is what 'she said, even though I thought', it was a joke:

"You can not 'trust' someone who can bleed for five days without dying"

But I was smart enough to try

So now 'I'm stupid enough to stand alone'

All the while she's laughing at me and her fucking friend

All guys have something smart to say

But I will a-a-never (Huh)

Give it up, give it up to you (Huh)

Give it up, give it up, oh

My swag it is completely my own (Yeah)

It's way too much for you

So give it up, give it up, sugar

Give it up, give it up, oh