Lyrics and translation Mic - S.E.B.S

S.E.B.S

Yeea
Aaah
Aaah
Mange mennesker kan nemt gå hen og blive presset
Specielt når man har penge i madressen
Og ved der er nogen der kender til adressen
Altid skarpladt og du kender til resten
Han forsvarer selv sin ret til den dag han ender i retten
Men ender med paranoia ha' psykose helt fra den
Eh, han har røget siden han var 13 og nu han cirka dobbelt så gammel
Han rykkede plader engang, lavede dadler engang
Han har tydeligvis taget skade af det samme
Han spurgte for en nold, at jeg gerne ville rose ham
Rest in peace til alle gadens psykoser
Til de hjem drengene jeg har der valgte lave sine kroner
På remolade poser med skadelig doser
Har ikke ikke lyttet til de budskaber jeg havde i mine strofer
For en rigtig man ville ikke falde for alt hvad han stod for
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste
Tv2 News fortæller at verdenen er korrupt
Men faktum er penge er magt, gør det svært at kunne mærke et håb
Hjernen er på flugt, det spis, bliv spist
Eller vær et produkt af et system
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Og hans håndfuld får hans kvinde til at komme
Så nu ruller han rundt i en single fiat
Men ingen har fortalt ham penge gør alt
Køber et kilo, blander det op
Hash var ikke nok, tjekker kassen på bobs
Passer sit job, men de panser vil fuck
Gør at det nok skal gå galt, for han har valgt at gi stop
Mens legen er god, legen er ik' en leg mere
Han er os bare et menneske, så fejl sker
Årh, han har ikke råd til at fejle meget mere
Presset gør, at han tager en streg mere
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste
Før kørte alt for dig
Nu det gået galt for dig
Du plejer at bande af staten
Men, du det dem der skal betale for dig
Jeg ved det et tab for dig
Jeg beder til bedre dage kommer
Men med de ting du har gemt i bagagen
Kan det umuligt komme bag på dig
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste
For alting handler om de penge i din lomme
Vi har kun et liv det kan ikke leves om
Så det spis eller bliv spist
Til den dag dine G's bærer din kiste

S.E.B.S

Yeah
Aaah
Aaah
Many people can easily end up getting pressured
Especially when you have money in your mattress
And knowing there are people who know the address
Always loaded and you know the rest
He defends his right until the day he ends up in court
But ends up with paranoia, psychosis right from the start
Eh, he's been smoking since he was 13 and now he's about twice as old
He used to move plates, used to make moves
He has clearly taken damage from the same
He asked for a nold, that I would praise him
Rest in peace to all the psychoses of the street
To the boys back home I have who chose to make their crowns
On remoulade bags with harmful doses
Haven't listened to the messages I had in my verses
Because a real man wouldn't fall for everything he stood for
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin
TV2 News tells us that the world is corrupt
But the fact is money is power, makes it hard to feel hope
The brain is on the run, it's eat, be eaten
Or be a product of a system
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
And his handful makes his woman come
So now he's rolling around in a single fiat
But nobody told him money does everything
Buys a kilo, mixes it up
Hash wasn't enough, checks the cash register at Bob's
Keeps his job, but the armor will fuck
Makes it likely to go wrong, because he chose to stop
While the game is good, the game is not a game anymore
He's just a human being, so mistakes happen
Oh, he can't afford to fail much more
The pressure makes him take one more line
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin
Everything used to go your way
Now it's gone wrong for you
You used to curse the state
But you're the one they have to pay for
I know it's a loss for you
I pray for better days to come
But with the things you've hidden in your luggage
It can't possibly surprise you
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin
Because everything is about the money in your pocket
We only have one life, it can't be lived again
So it's eat or be eaten
Until the day your G's carry your coffin