Når Det Nok - Pede B

Du sidder der og stirrer ind I din skærm

Og du finder intet

Men kigger du I dine elskedes øjne

Der finder du alt

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Jeg prøver og holde mig skarp med vold og magt

Skriver på en bænk nede I folkets park

Jeg vil så fucking gerne op I fart

Hvis du knokler som en toss' er du godt fra start

For der er så mange stakler der tror

At deres aktier bliver store af at snakke lort

Men det' som at høre dem snak' I kor

Satser alt de har og brænder broer

Og jeg' nødt til at spørge mig selv

Hvad der gør mig speciel, hvad der gør jeg kan sælge

Albums eller måske billetter

Modvind lige nu men jeg håber det vender

Hånden på hjertet jeg lover mine venner

Musikken den aldrig bliver noget der bestemmer

Så mange tosser der råber og glemmer

De ik' er the shit, jeg har ondt af de mennesker

Min fætter er lastbilchauffør

Han siger hold fast I din rap til du dør

Hvis du bare gi’r den gas som en skør

Så skal du nok finde den plads som du søger

Og han ved hvad han taler om

Hans lomme den er ofte gabende tom

Han tog en uddannelse han ik' kunne bruge

Og han ved det' for sent at lave det om

Valg han har truffet der' helt ude I skoven

Gør at han ret ofte skider på loven

Men jeg elsker ham, for mig er det det samme

Uanset hvilke sider han viser I morgen

Så jeg har lovet jeg knokler

Lægger vægt I som min onkel når han bokser

Foden på gassen

Hold hovedet I ro I al stressen

Og de døre altid åbne som kiosker

Ro (Ro?)

På allesammen (Ro på, allesammen)

Vi når det nok (Vi når det nok)

Endnu en gang (Endnu en gang)

Når først (Når først)

Man forstår (Man forstår)

Alt ska' ik' (Alt ska' ikke)

Ske I går (Ske I går)

Den klichéede musikersang

Om musikeren der prøver at få sin musik frem

Har sikkert hørt historien 1000 gange

Så I spørger nok «Hvorfor sku' vi huske ham?»

Prøver alle sammen på at skabe det bedst'

Og hoste noget op som en gag-refleks

Koste hvad det ville der gør tosserne vilde

Og som folk der vil spille til hver en gadefest

Gymnasiefest eller privatfest

Skarpe skud der ik' hænger fast I din vest

De bedste ting her I livet er gratis

Jeg har sgu aldrig betalt for sex

Det er vel egentlig urimeligt at stresse

Især når vi aldrig bli’r rigtig tilfredse

Tingene skal passe

Arbejder på det som besatte

Men når andre kan vi slet ikke ha' det

Føler jeg er fisk nummer en million

Der prøver at svømme mod strømmen

Der gern' vil ha' mer' end en lille portion

Smider mønter I ønskebrønden

For alle vil leve af deres passion

For først der lykkes drømmen

Bli’r man nogensinde tilfreds med situation

Græsset er altid grønnere på toppen

You sit there and stare into your screen

And you will find nothing

But you look into the eyes of your loved ones

There you will find everything

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I try and stay sharp with violence and power

Writing on a bench down in the people's park

I so fucking want to get up to speed

If you work hard, you're good to go

For there are so many poor people who believe

That their shares get big from talking shit

But it 'like hearing them talk' In chorus

Bet everything they have and burn bridges

And I'm going to have to ask myself

What makes me special, what makes me can sell

Albums or maybe tickets

Headwind right now but I hope it turns around

Hand on heart I promise my friends

The music it never becomes something that determines

So many fools shouting and forgetting

They'm not the shit, I'm sorry for those people

My cousin is a truck driver

He says hold on to your rap until you die

If you just give it gas like crazy

Then you should probably find the place you are looking for

And he knows what he's talking about

His pocket it is often yawning empty

He took an education he could not use

And he knows it's too late to change it

Choices he has made there 'all the way out in the woods

Makes him shit the law quite often

But I love him, for me it's the same

Whatever pages he shows tomorrow

So I promised I would knuckle down

Emphasizes I like my uncle when he boxs

The foot on the gas

Keep your head still in all the stress

And those doors always open like kiosks

Ro (Ro?)

On everyone (Calm down, everyone)

We reach it enough (We reach it enough)

Once again (Once again)

Once (Once)

One understands (One understands)

Everything should 'not' (Everything should not)

Happened Yesterday (Happened Yesterday)

The clichéd musician's song

About the musician who tries to bring out his music

Have probably heard the story 1000 times

So you probably ask "Why should we remember him?"

Trying to create the best '

And cough something up like a gag reflex

Cost what it would that makes the fools go wild

And as people who want to play for every one street party

High school party or private party

Sharp shots that do not get stuck in your vest

The best things in life are free

I'm never paid for sex

I guess it's really unreasonable to stress

Especially when we are never really satisfied

Things have to fit

Working on it as obsessed

But when others do, we can not have it at all

Feel I'm fish number one million

Trying to swim against the current

Who would like 'more' than a small portion

Throws coins in the wishing well

For everyone will live by their passion

For only then does the dream succeed

Will you ever be satisfied with the situation

The grass is always greener at the top