Helt Alene - L.O.C., Kasper Spez, 4PRO

Hvis jeg ik' drikker mig omkuld kan jeg ik' holde mit liv på benene

Selvom de sidste fem fucking ho’s har ment det

Verden er det syge, men det sygeste pis er inde i hovedet

Flasken den varmer, jeg klamrer mig til suset i mit blod

Årsagen er klar, men sprutten gør jeg har glemt det

Fortsætter mod helvede og gir' flasken et klem til

Forfølger de mørkeste syge og håber de tar' mig langt væk

Fra haters, fucking bitches og rygklappere

Jeg trykker af den dag den fucking flaske er tom

Det blir' en fucking blodrus hvis jeg skal falde om

Nægter at slappe af, vælter det ham en dag

Smadrer 10'ende tømte glas mens jeg fælder mit stamtræ

Min mor er clairvoyant, min far er betjent

Men jeg stoler ik' på nogle af dem, sån' er den

Hvis man bare tar' den forfra, både min farfar og morfar

Døde begge to af druk, det må lig' i min kort jeg'

Helt alene, på egne ben

Ingen penge, og tiden er inde

Så har du gjort det så godt du ku'

Ser din hverdag ud som du havde tænkt den?

Helt alene, på egne ben

Ingen penge, og tiden er inde

Så ser du noget du er stolt af nu

Når du ser dig selv, eller en i mængden?

Jeg glorificerer naiviteten og hænger med de unge og dumme

Og ser mit afbræk i hverdagen flyder rundt i kummen

Men jeg skal da lige ha' en tur mere som natteravn

Så jeg tar' på selvdestruktiv flugt i inspirationens navn

Rend mig i skabelonerne

Jeg' bare en klodset arkitekt med hang skæve eksistenser i et firkantet Danevang

Der' tilbud på ensretning, men få min sjæl ned fra hylden

Forstå i kan onanere til de samme ting for enden af gyden

I den her skræddersyede trædemølle

Kan i ta' jeres piller, jeres plastik smil og finde en andens moral og skylle

ned med

Der har jeg vel indrømmet floreret i takt med tiden

Købte t-shirten og har også tørret røv i den lige siden

Helt alene, på egne ben

Ingen penge, og tiden er inde

Så har du gjort det så godt du ku'

Ser din hverdag ud som du havde tænkt den?

Helt alene, på egne ben

Ingen penge, og tiden er inde

Så ser du noget du er stolt af nu

Når du ser dig selv, eller en i mængden?

Jeg har ik' fået noget foræret, så lortet smager

Af blod og sved og gammeldags ære

Og det desværre også det eneste der holder mig fra

At bryde med halvdelen af dem der sir' de holder af mig

For man skal ik' sige noget hvis lortet ik' er pænt

Min i min mund er dit navn stadig helt rent

Så hadet motiverer mig til at ville mere

Og leve ligesom dem der har givet mig mit værd

Så gør det her for Terrance O’Connor

Jeg' slægten der viderebærer dit stolte navn for dig

Etablerer det i et andet land end dit eget

Men du gjorde dit for vi fejrer 5 maj

Så ingen gang døden sætter frygten i mig

For din arv er min arv så jeg skal dø ligesom dig

Går ud med et brav så tænder min egen stryger

For jeg ser så fucking godt ud når jeg ryger

Har en fod i graven den anden i stjerne pisset

Alt andet lige i midten, så jeg' halvdød og splittet

Og det et navn der gør de stadig lytter til det

Men det ville stadig lyde sådan hvis det ik' var på CD

Jeg er født med jord under neglene grimey

Og fuck dem der tror det hjælper at være signet

For blir' du droppet er det på egne ben

Så om det' på gaden eller på scenen, din lille fisse jeg er

Helt alene, på egne ben

Ingen penge, og tiden er inde

Så har du gjort det så godt du ku'

Ser din hverdag ud som du havde tænkt den?

Helt alene, på egne ben

Ingen penge, og tiden er inde

Så ser du noget du er stolt af nu

Når du ser dig selv, eller en i mængden?

If I do not fall over, I can not keep my life on its feet

Although the last five fucking ho’s have meant it

The world is the sick, but the sickest piss is inside the head

The bottle it warms, I cling to the rush of my blood

The reason is clear, but the booze does I forgot

Continues to hell and gives' the bottle another hug

Pursue the darkest sick and hope they take me far away

From haters, fucking bitches and backstabbers

I press off the day the fucking bottle is empty

It's going to be a fucking bloodlust if I'm going to fall over

Refusing to relax, it overthrows him one day

Smashing 10th emptied glass while I fell my family tree

My mother is a clairvoyant, my father is a cop

But I do not trust some of them, that's how it is

If you just take it from scratch, both my grandfather and grandfather

Died both of drunk, it must equal 'in my card I'

All alone, on my own two feet

No money and the time is right

Then you have done as well as you could '

Does your everyday life look like you thought it would?

All alone, on my own two feet

No money and the time is right

Then you see something you are proud of now

When you see yourself, or one in the crowd?

I glorify naivety and hang out with the young and stupid

And see my break in everyday life floating around in the basin

But I just have to have one more trip as a night raven

So I take 'on self-destructive flight in the name of inspiration

Run me in the templates

I'm just a clumsy architect with hung crooked existences in a square Danevang

There 'offer on unification, but get my soul off the shelf

Understand in can masturbate to the same things at the end of the alley

In this tailor-made treadmill

Can you take your pills, your plastic smile and find someone else's morals and rinse

down with

There I have admittedly flourished over time

Bought the t-shirt and also has dried ass in it ever since

All alone, on my own two feet

No money and the time is right

Then you have done as well as you could '

Does your everyday life look like you thought it would?

All alone, on my own two feet

No money and the time is right

Then you see something you are proud of now

When you see yourself, or one in the crowd?

I have not received anything as a gift, so the shit tastes

Of blood and sweat and old-fashioned honor

And that unfortunately also the only thing that keeps me from

To break with half of those who sir 'they care about me

Because you do not have to say anything if the shit is not nice

Mine in my mouth your name is still completely clean

So hatred motivates me to want more

And live like those who have given me my worth

So do this for Terrance O’Connor

I 'the family that carries on your proud name for you

Establish it in a country other than your own

But you did yours for we celebrate May 5th

So never does death put the fear in me

For your inheritance is my inheritance, so I will die just like you

Going out with a brav then turns on my own iron

Because I look so fucking good when I smoke

Have one foot in the grave the other in star pissed

Everything else right in the middle, I saw 'half dead and divided

And it's a name that makes them still listen to it

But it would still sound like that if it was not on CD

I was born with soil under my nails grimey

And fuck those who think it helps to be signed

Because if you're dropped, it's on its own two feet

So whether it 'on the street or on stage, your little pussy I am

All alone, on my own two feet

No money and the time is right

Then you have done as well as you could '

Does your everyday life look like you thought it would?

All alone, on my own two feet

No money and the time is right

Then you see something you are proud of now

When you see yourself, or one in the crowd?