Suspekt — Fuck Af song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fuck Af" by Suspekt.
Lyrics
Der er en form for mystik over vores clique
Hver gang vi laver noget nyt shit
Som de andre ik' helt rigtig fik
Frem i deres musik
Som om vores musikalske blik
Har den ekstra mimik der tager det sidste skridt
Inde i folks hoveder, vi roder med deres logik
Det når vold og blod går sammen med gadepolitik, hjernegymnastik
Kolde fødder møder selvtillid, hjernen den kan ik' slippe det
Selvom man selv vil skride, så er der nogen der ik' rigtig ved (Hvad?)
Hvor skal vi placeres og i hvilken kasse skal vi puttes ned?
Der for mange kanter gi' dem noget at pudse med
For mange varianter, som der ik' vil slutte fred
Og som mange andre antager vi bli’r det hele pludselig had
Så vi rammes af ansvar selvom ingen nu er vrede
Så jeg fokuserer på der hvor smilene er glade
Og vender de andre ryggen og laver endnu en plade (My god jeg elsker dig had)
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — det ku' jo ske
ikk?
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — det ku' jo ske
ikk?
Skygger over landet, varslet, ankomsten, clicken landet
Spliden dannet, bossen blev henvist til vandposten
For årgang smidt i periferien blev kaldt tosset
Og stort set er alene i industrien med??? vanderosset???
Det salt i såret hver gang en ny plade blev skåret i
TABU-lejren ser vi med glæde tilbage på året
Det blod, sved og tårer
Mens I flæbende må se skæbnen i øjnene og acceptere vi kørt jer midt over
Fortsætter ufortrøddent, med den samme glød
Der satte ild i lortet og forårsagdede gøglerrappens død
Kensgerning nu du udkørt
Nedprioriteret heltegerning vandt til en ligegyldig handling du har udført
Stemplet som særling, blot et nyt afbræk i hverdagen
Der til slut vil resultere i at du afskrækker en hver fan
FIP det eneste fucking lort med nosser i mayn
Vi losser til lortet har ik brug for dig mayn
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — det ku' jo ske
ikk?
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — det ku' jo ske
Alle vil gern' ha lidt mer af det
SUUU
Alle vil gern' se lidt mer med
SUUU
Alle vil gern' ha lidt mer se
SUUU
Men ingen af jer kan få mer af det
SUUU
Jeg kigger kun på de obskure ting
En helt normal overflade med et sind, der burde bures ind
Jeg synger ikke falset eller danser ballet
Behøver ikke svanse den ned på cafeen for at smask mig mæt
I ristet baguette, omringet af friske faggets
I strikked sweater uden pletter og
Vasket kasket
Jeg groet op blandt folk i en kamp for respekt
En verden der kold har det ført mig sammen med Suspekt
Det det du ikke rigtig kan forstå men sammentidig drager dig tæt
Mystikken vi gir' dem, forvirrer dem, men vi rammer dem plet
Jeg er soldaten, klar til at gå i krig
Og hvis jeg er svag og lider nederlag taber jeg hele min æressag
Sådan har det været siden den dag de store de sagde
At vi skulle overtage lortet her fra vores nabolag
Sagde vi tog Danmark med storm, og så gjorde vi det
Med tre plader så du kan æde en pik og spise lortet til
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — det ku' jo ske
ikk?
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — det ku' jo ske
ikk?
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — for det ku' ske
ikk?
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor i din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om — for det sker
bitch!
Du lytter til F.I.P
De eneste med nosser i
Ye-yey, ye-yey
Du lytter til F.I.P
De eneste med nosser i
Fuck af! Fuck AF!
Lyrics translation
There's some kind of mystery about our clique
Every time we do something new shit
Like the others didn't quite get
Forward in their music
As if our musical gaze
Have the extra mimicry that takes the last step
Inside people's heads, we mess with their logic
It's when violence and blood go along with street politics, brain gymnastics
Cold Feet Meet self-confidence, the brain it can't let it go
Even if you want to leave, someone doesn't really know (what?)
Where should we be placed and in which box should we be put down?
Too many edges give them something to polish with
Too many variants that won't make peace
And like many others, we assume all of a sudden will be hatred
So we are hit by responsibility even if no one is now angry
So I focus on where the smiles are happy
And turn your back on the others and make another record (My god I love you hate)
I don't need your shit
I don't need your fix
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but be careful what you ask — it could happen
right?
I don't need your fix
I don't need your shit
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but be careful what you ask — it could happen
right?
Shadows over the country, heralded, arrival, clicken the country
The split formed, the boss was referred to the water post
For vintage thrown on the periphery was called crazy
And basically are alone in the industry with??? vanderosset???
The salt in the wound every time a new plate was cut in
The taboo camp we look with pleasure back in the year
That blood, sweat and tears
While you must face fate and accept we drove you in half
Continues unabated, with the same glow
That set the shit on fire and caused the death of the Cuckoo staircase
Kensgerning now you are exhausted
Downgraded heroism won to an indifferent action you have performed
Labeled as oddball, just a new break in everyday life
That in the end will result in you discouraging one every fan
Get the only fucking piece of shit in mayn
We unload the shit don't need you mayn
I don't need your shit
I don't need your fix
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but be careful what you ask — it could happen
right?
I don't need your fix
I don't need your shit
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but be careful what you ask — it could happen
Everyone wants a little more of it
SUUU
Everyone wants to see more
SUUU
Everyone wants a little more
SUUU
But none of you can get any more of it
SUUU
I'm only looking at the obscure stuff
A perfectly normal surface with a mind that should be caged in
I don't sing fake or dance ballet
Don't have to walk it down to the coffee shop to smack me full
In toasted baguette, surrounded by fresh faggets
In knitted sweaters without stains and
Washed cap
I grew up among people in a struggle for respect
A world that cold it has led me along with suspect
It's what you can't really understand but at the same time draws you close
The mystery we give them, confuses them, but we hit them spot
I'm the soldier, ready to go to war
And if I'm weak and I suffer defeat I lose all my honour
That's how it has been since the day the great ones they said
That we should take this shit from our neighborhood
Said We took Denmark by storm, and then we did it
With three plates so you can eat a dick and eat that shit
I don't need your shit
I don't need your fix
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but be careful what you ask — it could happen
right?
I don't need your fix
I don't need your shit
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but be careful what you ask — it could happen
right?
I don't need your fix
I don't need your shit
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but watch what you ask — for it could happen
right?
I don't need your fix
I don't need your shit
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You big in your mouth with your click, but watch what you ask — for it happens
bitch!
You listen to F.I.P
The only ones with balls in it
Ye-yey, ye-yey
You listen to F.I.P
The only ones with balls in it
Fuck off! Fuck off!