Hvordan - Pede B, Alberte Winding, Nixen

Hindbær i sneen, og et snebær i sol

Og en bar uden gæster, selv stamgæstens stol

Ved hvordan, hvordan, hvordan, hvordan

Hvordan

Hvordan

En fyr sagde til min lillebror, jeg kender Pedes lillebror

Han grinte bare og svarede, virkelig?

det da rimelig stort

Føler virkelig jeg har set så meget trippet lort

Uden rigtig at dufte succes i mine næsebor

Hah — så hvordan endte vi her

Prøver at fange det moment, der så nemt ka' passer'

Lad være at gøre det kompliceret når det' elementært

Arbejder hårdt og drukner lortet i æblejuice og Belvedere

Yeah, halvt helvede halvt paradis

Alt det star fis ender ret tit tragisk

Og når en rapartist får penge i sin sparegris

Ender han med at tro sine egne løgne ligesom Bjarne Ris

(Naturligvis har jeg ikke taget doping)

Og jeg kan sagtens forstå det

Det her liv er mærkeligt, desværre så kan mange ik' tåle det

Tøser der vil kysse og bøller der vil tæsk dig

Når folk køber biletter for at høre dine tekster

Hvorn' endte vi her

Fuld fart frem mens vi fester lidt mer'

Trækker på skulderen mens tingene sker

Ik' tid til at tænke det til ende desværre — X2

Jeg lever ik' af det, men lever når jeg gør det

Spytter ren lava der ik vil størkne

Det gør det pludselig åbner for dørene, jeg går crunk ind og ud af dem

Den dag tjansens keder mig kan du ta' den

Jeg langt fra udmattet stadig sulten

Spillede nyt blod for første gang med DJ Noize bag pulten

Og så spørger du hvorfor jeg ik er på klubben men i studiet

Jeg har en trang til at rette op på andres usle udspil

Skyder skarpt som de der fem kapitler

Takket være mig selv, lidt god weed og et par pilsner

Jeg' enestående det' svært at ligne mig

Glad for det jeg kan, sig mig

Jeres backstage ligner lort, hvad' i så fine for

Det handler om at nyde de stunder du brænder for

Så det ik kun min nystrøget skjorte jeg knapper op

Energien jeg leverer inspirerer

Ironien at jeg skriver om jeg' ubeskriveligt blæret

Hvorn' endte vi her

Fuld fart frem mens vi fester lidt mer'

Trækker på skulderen mens tingene sker

Ik' tid til at tænke det til ende desværre — X2

Startede mit mareridt på Easy street

Men det' okay jeg skal ik lyde bittersweet

Som en jukebox du putter en femmer i

Så det op og køre selvom jeg' tappet for energi

Og groupier er lette at gennemskue

For det hun sir' til mig, sir' hun os' til ham der spiller i næste uge

Plus jeg har en kvinde derhjemme

Så der' ik nogen af dem der får lov at lig' inde i min seng

En i Kolding var den kinky type

Så da jeg sagde vi ik sku' kneppe ville hun ikke lytte

Hun greb fat i vores bil i fuld fart

Og prøvede at komme ind af bagdøren, rimelig usmart

Får alt fra fanbreve til mordtrusler

Og billeder fra folk der får mine ord som tusser

En var så glad for det citat han fik tatoveret

At jeg ikke nænnede at fortælle det var forkert citeret

Hvorn' endte vi her

Fuld fart frem mens vi fester lidt mer'

Trækker på skulderen mens tingene sker

Ik' tid til at tænke det til ende desværre — X2

Raspberries in the snow, and a snowberry in the sun

And a bar without guests, even the regular's chair

Know how, how, how, how

How

How

A guy said to my little brother, I know Pede's little brother

He just laughed and replied, really?

it then reasonably large

Really feel like I've seen so much tripped shit

Without really smelling success in my nostrils

Hah - so how did we end up here

Trying to capture the moment that so easily 'fits'

Do not make it complicated when it 'elementary

Works hard and drowns the shit in apple juice and Belvedere

Yeah, half hell half paradise

All that star fis quite often ends tragically

And when a rap artist gets money in his piggy bank

He ends up believing his own lies just like Bjarne Ris

(Of course I have not taken doping)

And I can easily understand that

This life is strange, unfortunately many can not stand it

Girls who want to kiss and bullies who want to beat you

When people buy tickets to hear your lyrics

Where 'we ended up here

Full speed ahead while we party a little more '

Pulls on the shoulder while things are happening

I'm time to think it over unfortunately - X2

I do not live by it, but live when I do

Spit clean lava that will not solidify

It makes it suddenly open the doors, I go crunk in and out of them

The day the job bores me, you can take it

I am far from exhausted still hungry

Played new blood for the first time with DJ Noize behind the desk

And then you ask why I'm not at the club but in the studio

I have an urge to correct the miserable outbursts of others

Shoots sharply like those five chapters

Thanks to myself, some good weed and a few lagers

I 'unique it' hard to look like me

Happy for what I can, tell me

Your backstage looks like shit, what's so nice about

It's about enjoying the moments you're passionate about

So it's not just my freshly ironed shirt I unbutton

The energy I deliver inspires

The irony that I write about I 'indescribably blistered

Where 'we ended up here

Full speed ahead while we party a little more '

Pulls on the shoulder while things are happening

I'm time to think it over unfortunately - X2

Started my nightmare on Easy street

But it's okay I should not sound bittersweet

Like a jukebox you put a fiver in

Saw it up and running even though I 'tapped for energy

And groupies are easy to spot

For what she's to me, she's us' to him who's playing next week

Plus I have a woman at home

So there '' none of those who are allowed to lie 'inside my bed

One in Kolding was the kinky type

So when I said we were not going to fuck, she would not listen

She grabbed our car at full speed

And tried to get in through the back door, reasonably unsmart

Gets everything from fan letters to death threats

And pictures from people who get my words as bullshit

One was so happy with the quote he got tattooed

That I did not bother to tell it was incorrectly quoted

Where 'we ended up here

Full speed ahead while we party a little more '

Pulls on the shoulder while things are happening

I'm time to think it over unfortunately - X2