Bravo - Pumba

Starta med alle odds imot meg

Spør meg hvor mye jeg har gjort feil

Prøvde mitt beste, men det va’kke lett uten foresatte tilstedet,

hadde ikke no' peil

For dette livet her er villt, mann

Og det kan ta deg hvor du vil, mann

Men djevelen venta med et smil, han

Tok meg og gjorde meg til villmann (aaaaah)

Klosser weed, hekker cola

Telefon i hver hånd, følte meg skikkelig stor as

Fuck the world, bare siterte Tupac

Fuck en jobb, jeg selger heller dop as

Tusenlapper, tusenlapper

Folk har mistet liv for noen tusenlapper

Folk har blitt til dyr for noen tusenlapper

Jeg mista mitt ansikt for noen tusenlapper

Som det er gud som snakker

Vi følger dritten som det er gud som snakker

Men det er djevelen som lurer fuckers

Så vi ikke ser det når det er gud som snakker

Vurderte å ta meg sjøl ut, men fuck it

Har mer å gjøre her enn under bakken

Skapte meg sjøl så hvem er du til å takkes

Jeg er Richard Bravo, hvem er du til å snakke?

Levde som ingenting var viktig

Jakta på alt det var profitt i

Jeg var så blenda av spenna, men enda kunne jeg ikke se forskjellen på hva jeg

gjorde riktig

Og på tinga jeg gjorde galt

Er et under at jeg ikke falt

For dopet får deg til å rømme fra virkeligheten og det var det jeg ville mer

enn alt

Livet mitt var virkelig et helvete

Det merkes, men du kan’ke se de merkene

Det sterkeste var dagene jeg merket det at merkene var dypere enn jeg merket

selv

Bæda, jævla svarting gjorde alt (alt)

Bare for kjærligheten til tall, (tall)

Tider da alle snakka om metall, (tall)

Va’kke så kult når hylsene falt

Som det er gud som snakker

Vi følger ego som det er gud som snakker

Og stoltheten som det er gud som snakker

Men du vet selv at det er du som snakker

Det er du som snakker, var uten anger

Skjønte det selv for jeg var uten tanker

Handla på ren impuls i grunn som, fuck it

Jeg er Richard Bravo, hvem er du til å snakke?

Start with all odds against me

Ask me how much I've done wrong

Tried my best, but it wasn't easy without guardians there,

had no idea

Because this life here is wild, man

And it can take you where you want, man

But the devil was waiting with a smile, he

Took me and turned me wild (aaaaah)

Blocks weed, nests coke

Phone in each hand, felt really big ass

Fuck the world, just quoting Tupac

Fuck a job, I'd rather sell dope as

Thousands, thousands

People have lost their lives for a few thousand Swedish kroner

People have turned into animals for a few thousand pounds

I lost my face for a few thousand dollars

As it is god speaking

We follow the crap like it's god speaking

But it is the devil who deceives the fuckers

So we don't see it when it's god speaking

Considered taking myself out, but fuck it

Got more to do here than underground

Created myself so who are you to thank

I'm Richard Bravo, who are you to talk?

Lived like nothing was important

Hunt for everything that was profitable

I was so dazzled by the excitement, but I still couldn't tell the difference between what I

did right

And the things I did wrong

It's a wonder I didn't fall

Because the drug makes you escape from reality and that's what I wanted more

than everything

My life was truly a hell

It is marked, but you can't see the marks

The strongest were the days I noticed that the marks were deeper than I noticed

self

Botha, fucking blackness did it all (everything)

Just for the love of numbers, (numbers)

Times when everyone was talking about metal, (numbers)

Not so cool when the sleeves fell

As it is god speaking

We follow ego like it is god speaking

And the pride that it is god speaking

But you yourself know that it is you who is speaking

It is you who are talking, was without remorse

Even though I was out of thoughts

Act on pure impulse because, like, fuck it

I'm Richard Bravo, who are you to talk?