Hils Fra Mig - Pede B, Moon Afflick, 4PRO

Ingen copy paste, når jeg udgiver

Jeg' ikk' kommet her fra noget velskab

Så hvis de' i deres følelser, så ka' de tude vider' (Ey)

Årh, ja

De burd' fokuser' på det, de har

Ka' ikk' læn' mig op af nogle falske typer

Hold mig og dem separat

Og hvis de fixer munden til at dis' mig åben

Så' jeg iskold februar

Men hvis det' dråben, og jeg lister på dem

Bli’r de pisset på som pissoir (Ah)

Ser det på dem i deres øjn' (Øjn')

Deres stil er bygget på en løgn (Løgn)

Tømmer kontoen for noget tøj (Tøj)

Står i stue' og nasser røg (Ah)

Kongen forventer, der' konsekvenser

Du prøver' bawl for din' tolv procenter

Dit forskud ga' kold december

Glem SKAT — nu der' told, der venter

Ka' ikk' kom' og hjælp' dig

Betaling afvist på din' kontigenter

Ingen omtank' i din' kompontenter

Luksusfælden, du ska' ha' konsulenter (Ah)

Så bare hils fra mig

Bromand, bar' behold din' para

Jeg har det godt, har det fint, klar' mig

Vil ikk' gi' dig en feature for firs lapper (Ah)

Bare hils fra mig

Ved 100 løg, det' bar' mini-para

Men det' altid så'n, at en mil' starter

Så hvis du rør min' mønt, så får du ni krater

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Fællessangen slutter, og panikken starter

Ku' ikk' bli' til jeres fest uden at bide fra mig

Eller indtage ti panodil-pakker

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Fra stikflammer til istapper

Gribbene er fremme, når krisen kradser

Og det larmer i mit hoved som bilalarmer

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Hører ikk' længer', når de snik-snakker

Al' de tegneseriemennesker og skidespræller'

Ku' ikk' hold' mig i lokalet for ti lapper

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Ærligt, festen gjorde mig trist, makker

Så jeg drejed' rundt, 180 grader

Har ikk' set mig tilbage, hils fra mig

(Ah) Det' ikk' for at vær' urimelig

Men jeres fest løb lidt af sporet

Så jeg laved' en Houdini

Efterlod ikk' andet end en drink på bordet

Ku' være endt en smul' pinligt

Hvis ikk' jeg var listet af

Jeg started' så tålmodig

Men til slut var der intet tilbage

Før havde jeg al tiden i verden

Så jeg plejed' at slå den ihjel

Nu prøver jeg at skab' noget skidt, der' tilpas grundigt

Og så sejt det ka' stå af sig selv

Men de si’r: «Fake it til you make it»

Vil bar' shine og håbe på held

Vil hellere leje en luksusmodel

Frem for at eje produkterne selv

Jeg ser gamle rapper' bli' A&R's

Så de ka' ta' røven på de næste stars

Fordi de selv kun endt' i gæld

Da de blev pakket og solgt frikadellefars

Hils fra mig, jeg skrider snart

Så bare find nogen andre til at underhold' dem

De ka' stå på tær til de får ondt i kroppen

Pede han er gået i kiosken

De her drenge synes, de' hardcore

Men deres knoer har ingen ar, nårh

De eneste kampe de har kæmpet

Er, når de gamed' for at få en highscore

Ikk' tid til deres bitterhed

Når hvert spillested råber: «Encore»

Og gør det sikkert i mange år

Til strubehovedet har brændsår

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Fællessangen slutter, og panikken starter

Ku' ikk' bli' til jeres fest uden at bide fra mig

Eller indtage ti panodil-pakker

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Fra stikflammer til istapper

Gribbene er fremme, når krisen kradser

Og det larmer i mit hoved som bilalarmer

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Hører ikk' længer', når de snik-snakker

Al' de tegneseriemennesker og skidespræller'

Ku' ikk' hold' mig i lokalet for ti lapper

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Ærligt, festen gjorde mig trist, makker

Så jeg drejed' rundt, 180 grader

Har ikk' set mig tilbage, hils fra mig

En lap for de flasker vi lige har bestilt

To lapper for en stripper, så de tror, vi blev skilt

Nummer tre for min fucking psykolog og den fjerde

Ska' få ham til at sige, at jeg ikk' længer' eksisterer

Så for fem gange fem har din psyke lidt et knæk

Seks lapper for mit fly lidt væk

Syv er hva' det koster at sende dem i forvejen

Ott' ka' gå til en tom kist' under kors tegn

Ni liv så burd' jeg lig' ku' nå

Ti lapper under bordet for mit sidste show

Nul lapper for min loyalitet

Det kræver bare, du fatter, hva' min' øjn' de har set

Jeg drejed' nøglen, men vi' rowdy nu

Mit hold det' for evigt — Southie Crew

Jeg ka' kun skån' dit liv ved at flyt' mig på kloden

Længe siden det var nok bar' at spyt' dig i hovedet

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Fællessangen slutter, og panikken starter

Ku' ikk' bli' til jeres fest uden at bide fra mig

Eller indtage ti panodil-pakker

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Fra stikflammer til istapper

Gribbene er fremme, når krisen kradser

Og det larmer i mit hoved som bilalarmer

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Hører ikk' længer', når de snik-snakker

Al' de tegneseriemennesker og skidespræller'

Ku' ikk' hold' mig i lokalet for ti lapper

Hils fra mig, hils fra mig

Ærligt, festen gjorde mig trist, makker

Så jeg drejed' rundt, 180 grader

Har ikk' set mig tilbage, hils fra mig

No copy paste when I publish

I 'did not' come here from any company

So if they 'in their feelings, then ka' they toot further '(Ey)

Oh, yes

They should 'focus' on what they have

Can't 'lean' me up on some fake types

Keep me and them separate

And if they fix their mouths to haze me open

So 'I'm icy February

But if it's the drop and I list on them

Are they pissed on like urinals (Ah)

Looking at them in their eyes '(Eyes')

Their style is built on a lie (Lie)

Clearing the account for some clothes (Clothes)

Standing in living room 'and sneezing smoke (Ah)

The king expects there 'consequences

You try 'bawl for your' twelve percent

Your advance went 'cold December

Forget SKAT - now there's customs waiting

Can't come and help you

Payment declined on your 'contingents

No consideration 'in your' components

The luxury trap you should 'have' consultants (Ah)

So just say hello from me

Bromand, bar 'keep your' para

I'm fine, I'm fine, get ready

Will not 'give' you a feature for eighty patches (Ah)

Just say hello from me

At 100 onions, the 'bar' mini-para

But it 'always so that a mile' starts

So if you touch my 'coin, you'll get nine craters

Greetings from me, greetings from me

The common song ends and the panic begins

Could not 'stay' for your party without biting from me

Or consume ten panodil packets

Greetings from me, greetings from me

From plug flames to icicles

The vultures are present when the crisis hits

And it sounds in my head like car alarms

Greetings from me, greetings from me

Do not hear 'anymore' when they sneak-talk

All 'the cartoon people and bastards'

Can't 'hold' me in the room for ten bucks

Greetings from me, greetings from me

Honestly, the party made me sad, mate

So I turned around, 180 degrees

Have not seen me back, greetings from me

(Ah) It 'not' to be 'unreasonable'

But your party ran a bit off track

So I made a Houdini

Left nothing but a drink on the table

Could 'have ended up a bit' embarrassing

If not 'I was listed by

I started 'so patiently

But in the end, there was nothing left

Before, I had all the time in the world

So I used to kill it

Now I'm trying to create 'something crap' that 'fits thoroughly

And so cool it can stand by itself

But they say, "Fake it til you make it"

Will bar 'shine and hope for luck

Would rather rent a luxury model

Rather than owning the products yourself

I see old rappers 'become' A & R's

So they can 'take' the ass of the next stars

Because they themselves only ended up in debt

When they were packed and sold meatballs

Greetings from me, I'm progressing soon

So just find someone else to entertain them

They can stand on their toes until they get a sore body

Pede he has gone to the kiosk

These boys think they 'hardcore

But their knuckles have no scars, when

The only battles they have fought

Is when they gamed 'to get a highscore

No time for their bitterness

When every venue shouts: «Encore»

And make it safe for many years

To the larynx has burns

Greetings from me, greetings from me

The common song ends and the panic begins

Could not 'stay' for your party without biting from me

Or consume ten panodil packets

Greetings from me, greetings from me

From plug flames to icicles

The vultures are present when the crisis hits

And it sounds in my head like car alarms

Greetings from me, greetings from me

Do not hear 'anymore' when they sneak-talk

All 'the cartoon people and bastards'

Can't 'hold' me in the room for ten bucks

Greetings from me, greetings from me

Honestly, the party made me sad, mate

So I turned around, 180 degrees

Have not seen me back, greetings from me

A patch for the bottles we just ordered

Two patches for a stripper so they think we were divorced

Number three for my fucking psychologist and the fourth

Shall make him say that I no longer exist

So for five times five, your psyche has suffered a crack

Six patches for my plane a little away

Seven is what it costs to send them in advance

Ott 'ka' go to an empty coffin 'under the sign of the cross

Nine lives so should 'I lie' cow 'now

Ten notes under the table for my last show

Zero patches for my loyalty

It just requires you to grasp what 'my' eyes' they have seen

I turned the key, but we're rowdy now

My team's it forever - Southie Crew

I can only spare your life by moving me on the globe

Long ago it was enough bar 'to spit' you in the head

Greetings from me, greetings from me

The common song ends and the panic begins

Could not 'stay' for your party without biting from me

Or consume ten panodil packets

Greetings from me, greetings from me

From plug flames to icicles

The vultures are present when the crisis hits

And it sounds in my head like car alarms

Greetings from me, greetings from me

Do not hear 'anymore' when they sneak-talk

All 'the cartoon people and bastards'

Can't 'hold' me in the room for ten bucks

Greetings from me, greetings from me

Honestly, the party made me sad, mate

So I turned around, 180 degrees

Have not seen me back, greetings from me