Pede B — Pas På Dig Selv song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pas På Dig Selv" by Pede B.
Lyrics
Står foran min opgang med hænderne i jakken
Og venter på min ven der skal hente mig klokken tretten
Kommer trillende ned af gaden og nedsætter farten
Med så høj musik gamle mennesker tænker han er fra den
Det typisk ham den der cocky stil
Sætter mig op i hans bil får en hånd og et smil
Sir' ik' så meget til hinanden, men det da klart for fanden
For når bassen rammer i panden så lammer det forstanden
Han lever på skyggesiden laver mønter om natten
Han er skolet i det shit ik' en begynder i klassen
Den der ballade stil kan tit ende op i fælder
Hvor folk har flækkede tænder og knækkede lemmer
Så mange mennesker jeg kender har set fængselsceller
Der vil jeg bare så nødig se ham bli' den næste der ender
Det tænker jeg, men jeg sir' ik en skid
Hvad ved jeg, har selv lavet en del beskidt i min tid
Så hey
Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)
Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade
Blandt de mennesker på gaden
Som man elsker at at hade
Folk blir' knækket derude
For ik' at læg en facade — X2
Møder min ven i byen der er pissed off på sin yngre bror
Der render rundt, laver massere shit og føler sig stor
Til han fucker op og dem han skylder besøger hans mor
Giver min ven lyst til at brormand skal føle hans knoer
For han skaber sig fjender der' mer' end slemme
Min ven lægger ud for dummebøder, penge han nok ik' ser igen
Men fuck den risiko, karma er en sippet so
Penge er nødvendige i et coke og heroinmisbrug
Han er teenager, fanget allerede
Storbror må træde til hver gang at mange vil gi' ham flade
Så det drama og ballade, intet nemt ved det spil
Når afvænnings programmer herhjemme stinker af helvede til
Et par uger i program, et klap på skulderen og et ses senere
Men, størstedelen kommer tilbage, det helt sikkert
Så hvad gør man, ta' og kom med et bud
Fuck at tude, vi drak os ned at blocke det ude
Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)
Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade
Blandt de mennesker på gaden
Som man elsker at at hade
Folk blir' knækket derude
For ik' at læg en facade — X2
Familien har ik' været det samme siden du bestemte at løve'
Rundt efter penge til ting der gør dig ekstra sløv
Gode råd er ik' nemme at køve'
For hvis du ik' får det du skal ha' så ryster du som et espeløv
Da du boede hos os var jeg for lille til at se det
Min far var tit sur på dig, jeg syns' du virkede alene
Og det svært at fortælle
Men sidst jeg rendte ind i da mester var du i færd med at stjæle
Tro mig — dengang ville jeg gøre alt for dig
Ville ønske du ikke valgte den vej, eller den ik' valgte dig
Tingene kan sgu dreje rundt på en split sekund
Det dumt, du mit kød og blod, og det gør pisse ondt
Jeg tænker stadig inderst inde, du for klog til det
Løber rundt omkring hurtigt, og kan ik' stå stille
Livet på kanten er hårdt og du låst i det
Det skod at se en god mand som dig gå til spilde
Okay
En der distribuerer det en der bare ser på det
En for hvem konsekvenserne blir' destruerende
Jeg kender alle parter, har ventet på ambulancer
Hader stoffer for alt den fucking smerte de har bragt mig
Hvem klodser, hvem er tosser, hvem har nosser
Og hvad helvede skal det hele i grund egentlig gøre godt for
De tre folk er tre sider af samme ting
Fanget i jagten på det bedre og nettet strammer ind
Bare du passer på dig selv så jeg glad (du stærk)
Vil så nødig se dig ende i ballade
Blandt de mennesker på gaden
Som man elsker at at hade
Folk blir' knækket derude
For ik' at læg en facade — X2
Lyrics translation
Standing in front of my walk with my hands in my jacket
Waiting for my friend to pick me up at thirteen
Coming rolling down the street slowing down
With such loud music old people think he's from it
That's the cocky style
Puts me up in his car gets a hand and a smile
Sir ' not so much to each other, but it sure as hell
Because when the bass hits the forehead it paralyzes the mind
He lives on the shady side makes coins at night
He's schooled in the shit not beginning in class
You know that kind of trouble can often end up in traps
Where people have broken teeth and broken limbs
So many people I know have seen prison cells
I just don't want to see him be the next one to end up
I think so, but I don't give a shit
What do I know, have even made quite a bit dirty in my time
So hey
Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)
Don't want to see you get in trouble
Among the people on the street
Like you love to hate
People get fucked out there
For not laying a facade-X2
Meets my friend in town who is pissed off at his younger brother
Running around, doing lots of shit and feeling great
Till he fucks up and the ones he owes visiting his mom
Does my friend want my brother to feel his knuckles
For he makes enemies there more than bad
My friend is laying out for Dummies, money he probably won't see again
But fuck the risk, karma is a prissy bitch
Money is needed in a coke and heroin addiction
He's a teenager, caught already
Big Brother has to step in every time that many will flatten him
So that drama and fuss, nothing easy about that game
When rehab programs at home stink of hell
A few weeks in program, a pat on the shoulder and a be seen later
However, the majority comes back, it certainly
So what do you do, take and make a bid
Fuck that cry, we drank ourselves down to block it out
Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)
Don't want to see you get in trouble
Among the people on the street
Like you love to hate
People get fucked out there
For not laying a facade-X2
The family hasn't been the same since you decided to Lion'
Around for money for things that make you extra slut
Good advice is not easy to queue
Because if you don't get what you need, you're shaking like a leaf
When you lived with us I was too small to see it
My father was often mad at you, I think you seemed alone
And it's hard to tell
But the last time I ran into when Master you were stealing
Believe me-then I would do anything for you
Wish you didn't choose that path, or it didn't choose you
Shit can spin in a split second
It's stupid, you my flesh and blood, and it fucking hurts
I still think deep down, you too smart for that
Running around fast, and can't stand still
Life on the edge is hard and you locked in it
It sucks to see a good man like you go to waste
Okay
One that distributes it one that just looks at it
One for whom the consequences will be destructive
I know all parties have been waiting for ambulances
Hate drugs for all the fucking pain they've brought me
Who's blocky, who's crazy, who's got balls
And what the hell is it all supposed to do good for
The three people are three sides of the same thing
Caught in search of it better and the net tightens in
Just you take care of yourself so I happy (you strong)
Don't want to see you get in trouble
Among the people on the street
Like you love to hate
People get fucked out there
For not laying a facade-X2