Tatoveringer & Minder - L.O.C.

Pas på, hva' du ønsker, for du får det

Og jeg har aldrig set noget godt uden at tænke dårligt

For intet påminder dig, du' i live som et problem

Det her det' ægte pis, nej, ikk' noget bousha boheme

Verden er ikk' min, så jeg vil skide den et styk'

Mon det var det — tænkte, da han hang sig ud' på psyk

Jeg frygter skizofreni, så jeg sover aldrig trygt

For jeg er, hvor jeg har ønsket, men har mest lyst til at flygt'

Bitch, jeg sidder fast, man kan ikk' vinde hver gang

Har prøvet at be' til Gud, bar' la' mig gør' det den her gang

Jeg har misbrugt den simple måde at koble af

Så mit fucking lys er tændt konstant, ja, nat og dag

Jeg kan ikk' slappe af, det syntes, konflikt er min skæbne

Har prøvet at hæng' mit stress, men jeg kan ikk' nå rebene

Vil' gå den rette vej, så faldt ned og blev viet

Men to måneder sener' fucked jeg op som altid

Har kun et enkelt billede fra den aften ude i Vegas

Og vi snakker ikk' længer', for jeg skammer mig over de bitches

Men ved om din person, at jeg for længst er tilgivet

Ka' kun håb' min' andre synder ogs' bli’r det med tiden

Fuck splid

Vi har kun tatoveringer og minder

Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder

Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv

Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer

Har det ligesom Joks og Mr.

A

Loyal indtil døden, ja, for showet ska' gå galt

Så jeg' på et tre-stjernet hotel op' på fjerde sal

Med fem hoes, der vil ha' sex, men jeg nøjes bar' med at betal'

For jeg ku' bogstavelig talt være deres far

Men ingen af dem tænker meget længer' end, «du er en star»

Jeg prøver udramatisk bare at få dem ud derfra

Har prøvet, hva' det medfører at kneppe dem som en nar

Og tro mig, det passer med deres held og kærlighed

Jeg var femten kilo op' på kasino og fik besked

Hun skrev 200 tegn, der ku' fucking stop' tiden

Hva' gør man, når den forkerte kvinde hun er gravid?

Men hun abortered', da hun sat' sig for at skide

Det lyder harskt, homie, men sådan er livet

Og når det bli’r min tid, må helvede gøre det varmt for mig

Bare rolig, lille Liam, far kommer

Indtil da er jeg alen' med det her, så fuck det hel'

Ingen procenter, bare noget selvhad og mangel på empati

Jeg kan ikk' spred' min' vinger, for de' alt for ridsed'

Jeg må flyve eller falde, men det bli’r sikkert det sidste

Fuck fisse

Vi har kun tatoveringer og minder

Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder

Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv

Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer

De har ikk' set kaos

Så la' os udbring' en skål for de sidste af os

Gentlemen, der holder hovedet koldt, når det' fucking værst

De andre er bagefter, så fuck livet bag os

Vi er her kun kort, så la' os ødelæg' noget smukt

Og jeg snakker ikk' om noget så dumt som at gå på druk

Har set en million fuck' up og forsvind' i vinden

Og skubbet en Maserati til tre mil' igennem Cannes

Men husk nu, hvor du' fra, jeg griner blot igen

For jeg ser dem sjovt nok aldrig, når jeg så endelig er hjem'

Og al' de hårde dreng' de smiler ikk' længer'

For når du ryger dope, så får du fucking grimme tænder

Og dem, der smiler, mens de skubber porcelæn

Har ikk' tid til at skriv' raps, om hvordan de tjener peng'

For alle her omkring de sover kun med fjenden

Så det betyder kun noget, hvis det står skrevet i mit skind

Fuck peng'

Vi har kun tatoveringer og minder (Yeah)

Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder (Oh)

Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv

Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer (Pussy)

Tatoveringer og minder (Du, pussy)

Det eneste, der aldrig helt forsvinder (Yeah)

Og du ka' smid' noget ny kunst på dit arvæv

Men homie, du ved selv, hva' den tegning gemmer

Be careful what you want, because you get it

And I have never seen anything good without thinking badly

For nothing reminds you, you 'live as a problem

This is the 'real piss, no, not' bousha boheme

The world is not 'mine, so I want to fuck it a bit'

Maybe that was it - thought when he hung out 'on psych

I fear schizophrenia, so I never sleep safely

For I am where I have wanted, but most want to escape '

Bitch, I'm stuck, you can not win every time

Have tried to pray to God, but let me do it this time

I have abused the simple way to unwind

So my fucking light is on constantly, yes, night and day

I can not relax, it seemed, conflict is my destiny

Have tried to hang my stress, but I can not reach the ropes

Will 'go the right way, then fell down and got married

But two months later 'I fucked up as always

Have only a single picture from that night out in Vegas

And we'm not talking 'anymore', because I'm ashamed of those bitches

But know about your person that I have been forgiven long ago

I can only hope that my other sins will also be with time

Fuck split

We only have tattoos and memories

The only thing that never completely disappears

And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue

But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding

Feel like Joks and Mr.

A

Loyal until death, yes, because the show is going to go wrong

I saw 'up in a three star hotel' on the fourth floor

With five hoes who want 'sex but I just' pay '

Because I could literally be their father

But none of them think much longer 'than,' you are a star '

I'm undramatically just trying to get them out of there

Have tried what it entails to fuck them like a fool

And believe me, it fits with their luck and love

I was fifteen kilos up 'at the casino and was told

She wrote 200 characters that could 'fucking stop' time

What do you do when the wrong woman is pregnant?

But she aborted when she sat down to shit

It sounds harsh, homie, but such is life

And when it's my time, hell's hot for me

Don't worry, little Liam, Dad's coming

Until then, I'm alone 'with this, so fuck it all'

No percentages, just some self-hatred and lack of empathy

I can not 'spread' my 'wings, for they' too scratched '

I may fly or fall, but that's probably the last thing I want

Fuck pussy

We only have tattoos and memories

The only thing that never completely disappears

And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue

But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding

They do not set chaos

So let's bring out 'a toast to the last of us

The gentleman who keeps his head cold when it's fucking worst

The others are behind, so fuck life behind us

We're only here briefly, so let's ruin 'something beautiful

And I'm not talking about something as stupid as drinking

Have seen a million fuck 'up and disappear' in the wind

And pushed a Maserati for three miles' through Cannes

But now remember where you 'from, I'm just laughing again

Because I'll never see them funny enough when I'm finally home '

And all 'the hard boy' they don't smile 'anymore'

Because when you smoke dope, you get fucking ugly teeth

And those who smile while pushing porcelain

Do not have time to write 'rapeseed, how to make money'

For everyone around here they only sleep with the enemy

So it only matters if it is written in my skin

Fuck peng '

We only have tattoos and memories (Yeah)

The only thing that never completely disappears (Oh)

And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue

But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding (Pussy)

Tattoos and memories (You, pussy)

The only thing that never completely disappears (Yeah)

And you can 'throw' some new art on your scar tissue

But homie, you know yourself, what's that drawing hiding