Brænder Op - Pede B

Ene og forladte

Går vi mod bakkens top

Det sveder, jorden drejer rundt

Mens vi brænder op

Indse det Pede, hun kommer ikke tilbage igen

Blok de tanker ude og prøv at holde vreden hen

Jeg troede virkelig på det, troen den er knækket nu

Alt der ikke udvikler sig dør, så hvad forventer du

Alle siger du nok skal klare den, men hvad ved de for helvede

Kaptajnen bliver vel uanset hvad på skibsdækket

Jeg tror det' forudbestemt at jeg skal smile lettet

Mens jeg lukker øjnene og går igennem minefeltet

Den ene fod foran den anden, vader op ad bakken

Selvfornægtelsen er din ven, men du burde holde dig fra den

Indse det, kom nu Pede for helvede, indse det

Du kradser skorpen af såret, så pisset ik' ka' hele

Som om smerten som det sidste minder dig om

At pladsen ved din side, den engang ikke var tom

Så folks råd giver dig lyst til at slå smilet af dem

Det' sikkert derfor at du ikke kan sove en skid om natten

Ene og forladt mens jeg ligger her I nat

Tingene inden I min skal gør jeg tripper som besat

Der' ingen grund til panik

'Ey, hvem fanden sagde det?

Det' bare mig, jeg kommer til dig når det hele er stressende

Hvem fuck er du?

Jeg' ham der var der alle de gange de råbte af dig

Når du kun kunne kigge ned I jorden som en fucking spasser

Hva'?

Jeg gav dig energi når vejen var svær

Og lærte dig det at give en fuck det ikke var kræfterne værd

Den eneste ven der siger tingene som de rent faktisk er

For alle vil have en bid af dig, når du' I lampernes skær

Lad være og lyt til ham

Huh?

Tro mig, du' så tæt på

De ting han snakker om, dem bliver du stærkere af at gennemgå

Du ender som du-ved-nok-hvem, bare vent og se

Du klarer det langsomt bedre, og det' vigtigt du ikke glemmer det

Hvem er du?

Jeg' ham der er der når du mærker

At livet ka' være hårdt, men hvad der ik' dræber dig gør dig stærkere

Jeg ved du godt ved, du burde holde op med

At tro du kan, for vejen til Helvede er skabt af stolthed

Huh?

Nederlag kommer altid tilbage igen som et omkvæd

Det ville være bedre hvis du bare droppede det og solgte fed

Okay, hold nu op Pede, din musik er din beskyttelse mod tomhed

Hvor’n det?

Folk snakker om dig, din musik er skoldhed

Okay, hvor lang tid har du rappet?

Øh.

Okay hvem tæller mer'

Det' kun på grund af Fight Night de ved at du eksister'

Plade efter plade, hvornår indser du det ik' er nok?

En taber på 27 med et fucking deltidsjob

Det at du kan klare dig på deltid er pissegodt

De fleste folk I dansk musik kan ikke engang få spillejob

Du' aldrig tilfreds, lige meget hvad du opnår

Og giver dig selv skylden når problemerne de opstår

Du hundrede procent skør, hvis hele det her projekt dør

Men jeg kan ikke beslutte det for dig, det må du selv gøre

Alone and abandoned

We go towards the top of the hill

It sweats, the ground turns

While we burn up

Realize it Pede, she's not coming back again

Block those thoughts out and try to keep the anger at bay

I really believed in it, believe it is broken now

Everything that does not develop dies, so what do you expect

Everyone says you should probably handle it, but what the hell do they know

The captain will probably stay on the ship's deck no matter what

I think it 'predetermined that I should smile relieved

While I close my eyes and walk through the minefield

One foot in front of the other, wading up the hill

Self-denial is your friend, but you should stay away from it

Realize it, now come Pede to hell, realize it

You scratch the crust of the wound, so the piss does not 'ka' whole

As if the pain as the last thing reminds you

That space by your side, it was not even empty

So people's advice makes you want to smile at them

That's probably why you can not sleep a shit at night

Alone and abandoned while I lie here tonight

The things before you in my shell I do trips as obsessed

There's no need to panic

'Ey, who the hell said that?

It's just me, I come to you when it's all stressful

Who the fuck are you?

I 'him there were all the times they shouted at you

When you could only look down into the ground like a fucking walker

What '?

I gave you energy when the road was difficult

And taught you to give a fuck it was not worth the effort

The only friend who says things the way they actually are

For everyone wants a bite of you when you 'In the glow of the lamps

Do not and listen to him

Huh?

Believe me, you're so close

The things he talks about, you get stronger by going through them

You end up like you-know-enough-who, just wait and see

You're doing better slowly, and it's important you do not forget it

Who are you?

I 'him there is when you feel

That life can be hard, but what does not kill you makes you stronger

I know you well know you should stop

To believe you can, for the road to Hell is created by pride

Huh?

Defeat always comes back again as a chorus

It would be better if you just dropped it and sold fat

Okay, now stop Pede, your music is your protection against emptiness

Where is it?

People are talking about you, your music is scalding

Okay, how long have you been rapping?

Uh.

Okay who counts more '

It 'only because of Fight Night they know you exist'

Record after record, when do you realize it's not enough?

A loser of 27 with a fucking part-time job

The fact that you can manage part-time is piss good

Most people in Danish music can not even get a playing job

You're never satisfied, no matter what you achieve

And blame yourself when the problems they arise

You are one hundred percent crazy if this whole project dies

But I can not decide for you, you have to do it yourself