Tanker - Oral Bee

Det er den gutten fra 1−4, mayne

Som putter tanker på papiret, mayne

Det er den gutten fra 1−4, mayne

Som putter tanker på papiret, mayne

Er trettisju og rapper fortsatt, no’n syns det er kleint

Men mitt gjennombrudd kom femten år for seint

Som artist, så er jeg to-og-tjue

Men tro meg, mayne, jeg e’kke tjueto i huet

No’n av gutta i crewet er blitt lawyers og leger

Beezy står på afterski med Jäger i mitt beger

Og rapper litt om penger, champagne og chicks

Og etterpå så henger jeg og poser på pics

Så gjør jeg bonuslåter helt til de må kutte strømmen

Denne virkeligheten minner meg om guttedrømmen

Så homie, ikke vekk meg opp

Søte jenter sender pics, sånn «kom og sjekk meg opp»

Men hjemme ligger dama mi og kiden og sover

Og jeg ha’kke tenkt å fucke opp det der, mayne, jeg lover

Mitt pimp-liv er over, er seks fot under

Men tro meg, mayne, det hadde sine stunder

Det hadde sine stunder, mayne

Det hadde sine stunder, mayne

Det hadde sine stunder, mayne

Det hadde sine stunder, mayne

Før det siste kornet renner ned i timeglasset

Vil jeg bawle big, lage beats og rime masse

Gi mitt team en kasse

Med no' Henny og no' Veezy

Legg ved en lapp hvor det står «Denne er fra Beezy»

Mamma va’kke råhypp på no’n rappersønn

Hun spør meg stadig «kan man leve på en rappelønn?»

Så jeg forteller om det livet som jeg lever

Om det fokuset det krever, jeg hustler og jeg strever

Hun sier: «Du, du skulle spart opp pensjon nå

Hatt kunst på veggen for én million nå

Du skulle hatt et hus med dobbel garasje

Vi kunne titta ut på havet ifra annen etasje»

Ifra annen etasje, who-ooh-oh

Fra annen etasje

Ifra annen etasje, who-ooh-oh

Hva vet du om Big Beezyboy

Hva vet du om Big Beezy, babe

Yeah, Big Beezyboy

Kicker back og tenker fler tanker enn Civita, mayne

Det er Beezy, babe, Big Beezy, babe

It's that boy from 1−4, mayne

That puts thoughts on paper, mayne

It's that boy from 1−4, mayne

That puts thoughts on paper, mayne

Am thirty-seven and still rapping, no one thinks it's small

But my breakthrough came fifteen years too late

As an artist, I am twenty-two

But believe me, mayne, I'm not twenty-two in the hood

Some of the guys in the crew have become lawyers and doctors

Beezy is après ski with Jäger in my cup

And rap a bit about money, champagne and chicks

And afterwards I hang out and pose for pics

Then I do bonus songs until they have to cut the power

This reality reminds me of the boyhood dream

So homie, don't wake me up

Cute girls send pics, like "come check me out"

But at home my lady and the kid are sleeping

And I don't mean to screw it up, mayne, I promise

My pimp life is over, is six feet under

But believe me, mayne, it had its moments

It had its moments, mayne

It had its moments, mayne

It had its moments, mayne

It had its moments, mayne

Before the last grain flows into the hourglass

Wanna bawl big, make beats and rhyme a lot

Give my team a crate

With no' Henny and no' Veezy

Attach a note that says "This is from Beezy"

Mom, don't be rude to some rapper's son

She keeps asking me "can you live on a rapping salary?"

So I tell about the life that I live

About the focus it takes, I hustle and I strive

She says, “You, you should be saving up for retirement now

Had art on the wall for one million now

You should have had a house with a double garage

We could look out at the sea from the second floor"

From the second floor, who-ooh-oh

From the second floor

From the second floor, who-ooh-oh

What do you know about Big Beezyboy

What do you know about Big Beezy, babe

Yeah, Big Beezyboy

Kicking back and thinking more thoughts than Civita, mayne

It's Beezy, babe, Big Beezy, babe