Nota Bene – Ptsd

Nota Bene – Ptsd Lyrics

Artist: Nota Bene
Song: Ptsd

Du kender ikk’ din plads her
Det’ ikk’ det samme som derhjemme
Folk sidder fast her
Og hænger i ved vejens ende

Og hvad f#ck vil du gøre?
Når de slår på din dør?
Du solgte salt for noget smør
Brikken er større

Mørket æder det hele heromkring og du bli’r slugt
Nu sidder du i maven af bæstet, ufortrudt
Mere sulten og glubsk end før
De dør når du fri fugl, f#ck at være buschauffør

Og nu kører det for dig
Rotternе forsøger at følge med, dе bløder de for konger
Sover men er kold, sne for en globetrotter
Ingen told, det’ simpelt som vold

Ét kilo bli’r til tolv hold
Inde et sekund, nemme penge er en kunst
f#ck et job, men hvem vil være en bums
Hullet er en chance der er værd at tag’

At være broke er det samme som at være svag
Æressag, så din bror springe fra en fjerde sal
Herre gal i hovedet, nu er han helten i dit nabolag
[Katastrofalt] Respekten stinker og går i arv

Du tog den til dig som en kniv i maven for applaus
Men du’ stadig kun din mors lille bebs, og du græder stadig i smug
Du kan ikk’ holde ilden væk, familien brænder nu
Stuen står i flammer, lys lue, du’ et andet sted

De’ altid i dit hjerte, du har ikk’ råd til at ha’ det med
Battet på bagsædet fylder alt
Nu slipper lyset, nu ta’r skyggerne fat
Natten falder skævt og lander bly i jeres skalp

Det’ ikk’ din skyld at den her by er så smal
De faldt for dit ry, gadekryb fandt deres plads
Stress, blod, bygger dit palads
Og nu ejer du blokken, hele gaden er med det

Rockstjerne i kvarteret, f#ck hvad slags plade du sælger
De ældre kigger væk men fælder dom
Men f#ck em så længe de små kasketter elsker don
Du kom for at eje, ikk’ for at låne

Ikk’ for et lege, det’ en jungle, I forstår ikk’ loven
Ingen er over
Ikk’ engang dine små engle der ligger derhjemme og sover
Intet er helligt mer’

I ser jeg’ helvede, du ser himlen i pengene her
Levende død, sipper Belvedere
Det’ en business, hjælper her
Det’ ikk’ fair

Rappen gi’r dig lort, du gi’r den endnu værre
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Ptsd Lyrics – English Translation

You know IKK ‘your place here
It ‘Ikk’ the same as at home
People are stuck here
And hangs in at the end of the road

And what f#ck do you want to do?
When they beat on your door?
You sold salt for some butter
The piece is larger

The darkness eats all of this and you bli’r gorge
Now you sit in the stomach of the beast, undressed
More hungry and gluple than before
They die when you free bird, f#ck to be bus driver

And now it runs for you
Rotternе trying to keep up with, they bleed the kings
Sleeps but is cold, snow for a globetrotter
No customs, it ‘simple as violence

One kilogram of bli’r to twelve teams
Inside a second, easy money is an art
f#ck a job but who will be a pimple
The hole is a chance that is worth the roof ‘

Being Broke is the same as being weak
Honorage, so your brother jump from a fourth floor
Lord crazy in the head, now he is hero in your neighborhood
[Catastrophic] Respect stinks and goes in heritage

You took it to you as a knife in the stomach for applause
But you still only your mother’s little bebs and you still cry in smug
You can IKK ‘keep the fire away, the family is burning now
The living room is in flames, light lue, you ‘somewhere else

They ‘always in your heart you have IKK’ afford to have it with
The bat on the back seat fill everything
Now the light gets let go now ta’r the shadows Fat
The night falls crooked and lands lead in your scalp

It ‘Ikk’ your fault that this city is so narrow
They fell for your reputation, gad crime found their place
Stress, blood, build your palace
And now you own the block, the whole street is with it

Rockstjerne in the neighborhood, f#ck what kind of plate you sell
The older looking away but traps judgment
But f#ck em as long as the little caps love don
You came to own, IKK ‘to borrow

IKK ‘for a play, it’ a jungle, you understand the IKK ‘law
No one is over
IKK ‘Once your little angels located at home and sleep
Nothing is sacred more ‘

I see ‘hell, you see the sky in the money here
Living death, sipper Belvedere
It ‘a business, helps here
It ‘Ikk’ Fair

Rappen gi’r you sh#t, you gi’r it even worse
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Nota Bene Lyrics – Ptsd

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From the album:
Terminal [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021