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Old Friend - Earl Sweatshirt 「Sangtekster」 - Dansk Oversættelse

Strong spirit where the body couldn't get asylum
The cost of living high, don't cross the picket line and get the virus
Wild cat has got 'em in a bind, stay inside
Know I came from out the thicket smilin'


Old Friend - Earl Sweatshirt 「Sangtekster」

Strong spirit where the body couldn't get asylum
The cost of living high, don't cross the picket line and get the virus
Wild cat has got 'em in a bind, stay inside
Know I came from out the thicket smilin'
Mad hatters cappin' every line, it doesn't matter to the ten of five
They start hackin' when they can't shrink us
I found the middle in a bit of balance
Fever in the cabin
I knew where we was headed
I ain't countin' no blessings, I sure as shit could measure
Blinkin' for some feasible methods to free yourself
Split it with my hand like Cigarills
Slick oil in a fish gill


I fill a void with the pen, feel the fear, shrill
Couple stains that I couldn't shill
My brother brain that we couldn't shield
Couple came, couple wins still
And what remain of the wolves meal
I held the page, gave the book ears
Whispered "Thanks" hella pain, heavy brain in the catskills
Played the shade, quite a deal, glad we stayed friends


Old Friend - Earl Sweatshirt 「Sangtekster」 - Dansk Oversættelse


Stærk ånd, hvor kroppen ikke kunne få asyl
Omkostningerne ved at leve højt, krydse ikke picketlinjen og få viruset
Vilde kat har fået dem i et bind, bo inde
Ved, at jeg kom fra tykkelsen smilin '
Gale hatters cappin 'hver linje, det betyder ikke noget for de ti af fem


De starter hackin ', når de ikke kan krympe os
Jeg fandt midten i en smule balance
Feber i kabinen
Jeg vidste, hvor vi var på vej
Jeg er ikke countin 'Ingen velsignelser, jeg er sikker på, at jeg kan måle
Blinkin 'for nogle mulige metoder til at frigøre dig selv
Opdele det med min hånd som cigariller
Glat olie i en fisk gill
Jeg fylder et tomrum med penen, føler frygten, shrill
Par pletter, som jeg ikke kunne shill
Min bror hjerne, som vi ikke kunne skjule
Par kom, par vinder stadig
Og hvad der forbliver af ulve måltid
Jeg holdt siden, gav bogførerne ører


Hviskede "tak" hella smerte, tung hjerne i catskills
Spillede skyggen, ganske en aftale, glad for, at vi holdt venner