FLIK FLAK - Pede B, Tomrum

Plejede at være trist, ingen håb

Følelserne uden på

Plejede at være alene uden på

Gør mine ting i det små

Gjort hvad jeg ville siden dag et

Mor sagde til mig jeg magisk

Alt du gjorde det var basisk

Alt jeg gjorde gør dig panisk

Før var jeg et stort fedt nul som en donut

Bitch jeg var broke, nu' det slåbroks

Damen skal ha' pedicure, manicure

Nyt hår, nyt alting, ingen botox

Vi har gjort det her siden flip phones

Siden vi ramte kassen på de ringtones

K-k-k-konkurrencen, der' ikk' nogen

Sten i min kæde så de kalder mig for Flintstones

Du' talentløs og din dame ligner et biluheld

Får så mange svinere at jeg næsten burde vær' kriminel

Nu' de på, roady jeg tror det et svineheld

At jeg er overlevet det her liv og jeg kan gi' igen

Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen

Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale

Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak'

Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper

Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen

Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale

Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak'

Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper

Se mig lave en højder

Sammen med din dame når jeg sprøjter

Derfor hun smiler så meget

Glad hele dagen og fløjter

Ringer vi drengene ind

Valgte at ta' mig en døgner

Stikker dig flade for sygt

Taber min hat og min' nøgler

Løber forbi dig, luder på bordet

Som en konditor, spiller på spillet

Som en politikker

Se hun ser glad ud fordi hun fik pik igår

Derfor hun smiler så hemmeligt bro

Lyver dig lige i dit fjæs

Tror hun er helt psykopat

Hvad er det du ryger på?

Gi' mig et hvæs

Ti kilo ekstra gennem sikkerheds kontrollen

Ingen ting at deklarere lige gennem tolden

Ind på DBA det gør mig mange millionær

Ringer til min mor, jeg' blevet den mand jeg ville være

Papa!

Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen

Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale

Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak'

Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper

Flik flakker ud af gymnastiksalen

Jeg har ikk' tid, vi ska' ikk' tale

Hvis vi ikk' snakker penge skal vi ikk' snak'

Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklapper

Ey

Lillebitte krokodille på min' klipklap

Klasker røven på dig og forventer at du si’r tak

Det slutter sikkert med et shootout og en biljagt

Så mange indianere, jeg' en høvding som Søren Pilmark

Far er ikk' sur han er halvknotten

Planlægger hævn nede i batgrotten

Mod hele dilettant flokken

Som jeg tror har drukket af natpotten

Og den bedste hævn er som bekendt

At leve godt og konsekvent

Så jeg laver penge og holder fest

Ikk' Gulddreng, men det' fucking nemt

Sangria og skjorten åben

Sandheden lige hovedet på dem

Smiler stadig, jeg' helt fredelig

Selvom guderne vil vide, jeg burde slå dem

Alle er goe' på bunden

Men deres arrogance er lorte våben

For det' typisk ham der har slugt kameler

Hele livet der' stor i munden

Han holder elefant nosser

Plus en pik der' komisk lang

Så de falske fjolser betyder jack for mig

Selvom min mand holder rotationen igang

Det bare vand for ham, og gir' ikk' en halv dollar

For dit image og din plade og din lorte sang

De her raptosser har brede ansigts folder

Men sandheden er de' har brug for et kram

Used to be sad, no hope

The emotions outside

Used to be alone outside

Do my little things

Did what I wanted since day one

Mom told me I magically

Everything you did it was basic

Everything I did makes you panic

Before I was a big fat zero like a doughnut

Bitch I was broke, now' the overalls

The lady must have a pedicure, manicure

New hair, new everything, no botox

We have been doing this since flip phones

Since we hit the box on those ringtones

The k-k-k-competition, there' ikk' nobody

Stones in my chain so they call me Flintstones

You' talentless and your lady looks like a car accident

Gets so many scumbags I should almost be a criminal

Now' they on, roady I think it a pig luck

That I have survived this life and I can give again

Flik flutters out of the gym

I don't have time, we're not going to talk

If we don't talk money, we don't talk

Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops

Flik flutters out of the gym

I don't have time, we're not going to talk

If we don't talk money, we don't talk

Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops

Watch me make a height

With your lady when I squirt

That's why she smiles so much

Happy all day and whistles

Shall we call in the boys

Chose to take me a day

Stabs you flat for sick

Losing my hat and my keys

Runs past you, whores on the table

Like a pastry chef, playing the game

As a politician

Look she looks happy because she got dick yesterday

That's why she smiles so secretly bro

Lies to your face

Think she's a total psychopath

What are you smoking?

Give me a hiss

Ten kilos extra through security

No stuff to declare straight through customs

Into DBA it makes me many a millionaire

Calling my mother, I've become the man I wanted to be

Papa!

Flik flutters out of the gym

I don't have time, we're not going to talk

If we don't talk money, we don't talk

Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops

Flik flutters out of the gym

I don't have time, we're not going to talk

If we don't talk money, we don't talk

Tiny crocodile on my flip-flops

Hey

Tiny crocodile on my flip flops

Slaps your ass and expects you to say thank you

It probably ends with a shootout and a car chase

So many Indians, I' a chief like Søren Pilmark

Dad's not mad, he's half-assed

Plotting revenge down in the batcave

Against the whole dilettante crowd

Who I think drank from the night pot

And as you know, the best revenge is

To live well and consistently

So I make money and have a party

Not Golden Boy, but it's fucking easy

Sangria and the shirt open

The truth straight on their heads

Still smiling, I' completely peaceful

Although the gods will know I should beat them

All are goe' on the bottom

But their arrogance is lousy weapons

For that' typically the one who has swallowed camels

All life there' big in the mouth

He holds elephant noses

Plus a comically long dick

So the fake fools mean jack to me

Although my husband keeps the rotation going

It's just water for him and doesn't give half a dollar

For your image and your record and your crappy song

These raptors have wide facial folds

But the truth is they need a hug