Paroles et traduction Canna Man feat. Boris The Bulletdodger - Mentalitet

Mentalitet

Hvad er tilhængere?
Ja det er dem, hans kammerater ikk'
Som, dem som han kan se ned på
Han ved de, altså hvis han er stærkere end dem ikk' så
Spørger han om de følger med så kan de jo ikke
Kan de jo ikke tør de jo ikke andet end at sige ja

Yo. Ingen duft af hyacinter vinter
Krudt splintrer luften over klinker
Ikke engang hans egen mor kunne kende ham
Endt sådan gården rungede mere end fucking fem gange
Hent stang. Knæk stang. Sælg stænger
Jagtede hurtig penge nu lever de ikke længere
Hænder. Vi kalder det for gårdliv
Alle står alene når det handler om at overleve
Yes. Og det tegner til blive koldt vejr
Hold her betyder ikke en skid om der folk nær
Vold sker. Sådan er det nu om dage
Og ingen de loyale du hørte jo hvad hun sagde
Løgn. Og de alle efter pose og sæk
Hænger på ens pik lige så snart som man scorer lidt
Go respekt. Siger det sælger over bruger
Hun tog den selv I munden hun må vælge om hun sluger

Involveret i kvarteret tro mig
Fuld maskeret dedikeret før corona livet ikke en dans på roser
Sælger poser i små doser omgivet af psykoser
Venner relateret med krypteret telefoner
Kontakt til barcelona panserne tager noter
De dårlige vibrationer svæver rundt ligesom droner
Daglige aktioner for millioner
Gør personer afsoner tomme løfter ligesom hylstre fra patroner
Og folk de helt på på til de bliver busted af Five O
Så bare smil til deres GoPro når du bliver lagt ned i benlås
Sat i bilen med strips på og i retten bare grin bro
Men i cellen få trip på dine demoner giver slip nu
Så hvor fuck skal du hen nu det er det samme igen nu
Ham du kaldte din bror hey hvor fuck er han henne nu
Ingen sender dig penge nu sjovt som tingene går i ring
København Djævleøen til du mister din forstand

Det kan også være det er fordi når man er kørt fast i en ikk'
Så er det så svært at komme, komme ud af det igen

Mentality

What are followers, baby?
Yeah, they're the ones, not his real friends, no.
Like, the ones he can look down on, you know?
He knows, like, if he's stronger than them, right, then
He asks if they're following along, and they can't, can they?
They can't, they don't dare to do anything but say yes, sweetheart.

Yo. No scent of hyacinths in winter, darling.
Gunpowder shatters the air over the pavement.
Not even his own mother could recognize him.
Ended up, the courtyard echoed more than fucking five times.
Get bar. Break bar. Sell bars.
Chased fast money, now they're no longer living.
Hands. We call it yard life.
Everyone stands alone when it comes to survival.
Yes. And it looks like it's going to be cold weather.
Hold here doesn't mean shit if there are people near.
Violence happens. That's how it is these days.
And no loyal ones, you heard what she said.
Lies. And they're all after the bag.
Hanging on your dick as soon as you score a little.
Good respect. Saying it sells over use.
She took it herself in her mouth, she gets to choose whether she swallows.

Involved in the neighborhood, believe me.
Fully masked, dedicated, before corona, life wasn't a bed of roses.
Selling bags in small doses, surrounded by psychoses.
Friends related with encrypted phones.
Contact to Barcelona, the armored ones take notes.
The bad vibrations hover around like drones.
Daily actions for millions.
Making people serve time, empty promises like casings from cartridges.
And people are completely on it until they get busted by Five-O.
So just smile at their GoPro when you get put in a leg lock.
Put in the car with zip ties on, and in court, just grin, bro.
But in the cell, trip on your demons, let go now.
So where the fuck are you going now? It's the same thing again.
The one you called your brother, hey, where the fuck is he now?
No one sends you money now, funny how things go in circles.
Copenhagen Devil's Island until you lose your mind.

It could also be because when you're stuck in something, you know?
Then it's so hard to get, get out of it again.