Askepot - Tommy Tee, Vinni

Vi tar og glir herifra

Pakker bilen og drar

(En skål og en pakke til Askepot)

Og alt det fine som var

Det blir de minner vi har

Jeg sitter og tenker på hvor feil jeg tok

Og hvor på veien det blei litt lok

For det begynte vanskelig

Nå har jenta fire år, ha’kke lov å være barnslig

Det er dyrt å være fattig

Det vi syter over er småting for den som aldri har hatt shit

En onkel tok seg frihet

Kanskje flere grenser blei tråkka over til du kan’kke se dem mer

Spol fram 15 år, eller var det ti?

Ting sitter i, følelser kjenner ingen tid

Vil’kke si det du tenker

Men en dag skal det ut, og det med renter

Nettopp bare skjenke at det bare ofte bobler over

Angrer nesten før du gjør det

Men fuck it, åpner såret

Og nå e’kke jeg no' lege, langt ifra

Men det er åpenbart at shitten her er sammensatt

Og hvis vi prater nå, er det beina du må lande på

Og det gjorde 'a óg

Alle glansbilder har minst to sider

Det fins jo ting som er langt ifra sånn det virker

Og masse inntrykk går i sirkler

Sku tru innsikt får deg sikker, sikkert

Men dette er rein teori

Og sånn sett er det ingen i verden som har det bedre enn vi

Her på bjerget hvor gjestfrihet er høflighet

Kanskje mer enn det er ekte følt

Hvorfor skal vi definere alle andre?

Når skal vi lære oss å se igjennom falskhet?

Er noe vi alle ser trur vi

En studie i halvsvett skuespill

For vi ser jo det vi vil se

Fort gjort å gå i villse når brilla er av pilsner

Og da er det fristende å spenne bein

Alle dem tryner, men se på meg

We take and slide from here

Packs the car and leaves

(A bowl and a package for Cinderella)

And all the good things that were

It will be the memories we have

I sit and think about how wrong I was

And where along the way it got a little bumpy

Because it started out difficult

Now the girl is four years old, don't be allowed to be childish

It is expensive to be poor

What we are talking about is trifles for those who have never had shit

An uncle took liberty

Maybe several boundaries were crossed until you can't see them anymore

Fast forward 15 years, or was it ten?

Things stick in, feelings know no time

Won't say what you think

But one day it will come out, and with interest

Just pour that it just often bubbles over

Almost regret it before you do

But fuck it, opens the wound

And now I'm not a doctor, far from it

But it's obvious that the shit here is compounded

And if we're talking now, it's the legs you have to land on

And it did 'a óg

All transparencies have at least two sides

After all, there are things that are far from what they seem

And lots of impressions go in circles

Sku tru insight gets you safe, sure

But this is pure theory

And in that sense, no one in the world is better off than us

Here on the mountain where hospitality is courtesy

Perhaps more than that is genuinely felt

Why should we define everyone else?

When will we learn to see through falsehood?

Is something we all see we think

A study in half-sweat acting

Because we see what we want to see

It's easy to get lost when the brilla is made of pilsner

And then it's tempting to brace your legs

All of them are sniffling, but look at me