Текст и перевод песни L.O.C. - De Sidste Tider

De Sidste Tider

Enden er nær og det er for sent at split'
Vi lever i den sidste tid så dip lidt
Sænker min cap og glider helt ned i sædet
Skruer op for musikken og observerer gaden
Jeg er herfra makker hvor folk ikke snakker
Og er ligeglad om i tror på at de pakker
Lufter bare sandheden og la den stå
Det' ik' et hårdt liv bitch bare måden det gøres på
Fik det finansieret og smidt i tryk
Så jeg vil skide dig og din mening et lang styk'
Jeg har en bitch på hylden i hver forretning i landet
Så Mr. Jim Beam han behøver ik' at lave andet
Men det ændre ik' at folk vil trip
For alle de svage vil ha' fingre i dit pis
Jeg hørt at du har en madras fuld af penge derhjemme
Homie hvor sover du henne?

Slukkede lygter på bilen sirener i bakspejlet
Forkert kørebane ingenting stopper mig
Kun os tilbage min eneste passager
De sidste tider er her
Slukkede lygter på bilen sirener i bakspejlet
Forkert kørebane ingenting stopper mig
Kun os tilbage min eneste passager
De sidste tider er her

Du ved ikke længere hvor du har folk men hva' fa'en
Det gjorde du hellere ikke før så verden er ik' en anden
Men de vil så gerne ha' lidt skandale
Ryste min piedestal og vælte mig af
Mens nogen satte røret for munden
Tændte op i tinfolie og holdt røgen i lungen
Tog andre hjørnet i høj fart og skred
Løse kæber og splid fik folk ind at sidde
Jeg ku ha været blevet men min gode advokat
Holdte min tid i en celle på én nat
Og så tilbage i mixet alkohol og bitches
Med et temperament de sagde ikke kunne fikses
Men helt ærligt jeg prøver at tæmme det
Så det er vel okay jeg snakker så væmmeligt
De kan ikk finde ordet kalder mig ensporet
Vil gerne fælde manden for enden af pimp-bordet

Slukkede lygter på bilen sirener i bakspejlet
Forkert kørebane ingenting stopper mig
Kun os tilbage min eneste passager
De sidste tider er her
Slukkede lygter på bilen sirener i bakspejlet
Forkert kørebane ingenting stopper mig
Kun os tilbage min eneste passager
De sidste tider er her

Har brændt broer for at nå hvor jeg skulle hen
Men jeg klare den som os og Josef er ude igen
Har du hørt hvad folk siger hvor gangsta de tror de bli'r
Og deres lignende for at få ens papir
Har taget min del af pis der høre med spillet
Forblevet nummer to for ik' at blive pillet
Mens i har travlt med at snakke hovedet blot
I håb om at folk gir en fuck men det vel fair nok
I beretter om ting som i ik' selv har set
Var lige ved at respektere jer men ahhh ik' helt
For lortet er nødvendigt og ikke farligt
Vi tager chancer for at føle at vi har lidt
Så den her er til dem med plettet samvittighed
Som stadig står mens i andre gik flittigt ned
Men blodsprængt øjne og smil under cap'en
Man har ikke brug for solskin når man ejer natten

Slukkede lygter på bilen sirener i bakspejlet
Forkert kørebane ingenting stopper mig
Kun os tilbage min eneste passager
De sidste tider er her
Slukkede lygter på bilen sirener i bakspejlet
Forkert kørebane ingenting stopper mig
Kun os tilbage min eneste passager
De sidste tider er her

The Last Days

The end is near, it's too late to split
We live in the last days, so take a dip
I lower my cap and slide right down in the seat
Turn up the music and observe the street
I'm from here, buddy, where people don't talk
And I don't care if you believe they pack
Just airing the truth and letting it stand
It's not a hard life, bitch, just the way it's done
Got it financed and thrown in print
So I'll give a damn about you and your opinion a long way off
I have a bitch on the shelf in every store in the country
So Mr. Jim Beam doesn't need to do anything else
But it doesn't change that people want to trip
Because all the weak want their fingers in your piss
I heard you have a mattress full of money at home
Homie, where do you sleep?

Lights off on the car, sirens in the rearview mirror
Wrong lane, nothing stops me
Only us left, my only passenger
The last days are here
Lights off on the car, sirens in the rearview mirror
Wrong lane, nothing stops me
Only us left, my only passenger
The last days are here

You don't know where you have people anymore, but what the hell
You didn't before either, so the world isn't any different
But they'd love to have a little scandal
Shake my pedestal and knock me off
While someone put the pipe to their mouth
Lit up tin foil and held the smoke in their lungs
Others took the corner at high speed and skidded
Loose jaws and discord got people locked up
I could have stayed, but my good lawyer
Kept my time in a cell to one night
And then back in the mix, alcohol and bitches
With a temper they said couldn't be fixed
But honestly, I'm trying to tame it
So it's okay that I talk so disgustingly
They can't find the word, call me one-track
Want to bring down the man at the end of the pimp table

Lights off on the car, sirens in the rearview mirror
Wrong lane, nothing stops me
Only us left, my only passenger
The last days are here
Lights off on the car, sirens in the rearview mirror
Wrong lane, nothing stops me
Only us left, my only passenger
The last days are here

I've burned bridges to get where I needed to go
But I'll make it, like me and Josef are out again
Have you heard what people say, how gangster they think they are
And their likes to get one's paper
I've taken my share of the bullshit that comes with the game
Remained number two to avoid being picked on
While you're busy talking your head off
Hoping people give a fuck, but that's fair enough
You talk about things you haven't seen yourself
I was about to respect you, but ahhh, not quite
Because the shit is necessary and not dangerous
We take chances to feel like we have something
So this one is for those with a guilty conscience
Who still stand while others diligently went down
But with bloodshot eyes and a smile under the cap
You don't need sunshine when you own the night

Lights off on the car, sirens in the rearview mirror
Wrong lane, nothing stops me
Only us left, my only passenger
The last days are here
Lights off on the car, sirens in the rearview mirror
Wrong lane, nothing stops me
Only us left, my only passenger
The last days are here