PROVINS BLUES Lyrics – FABRÄK
Singer: FABRÄK
Title: PROVINS BLUES
Jeg stod op, helt f#cked op, på grund af tingene fra i går
Fra små poser, jeg hoster mig tøjet, tager mit armbånd fra Dior på
Og lidt tattoo creme i håret
Og mit cut er allerede skrald, så det bare salt i såret
Ramte en kiosk der lignede den var åbnet for at vask penge
De havde f#cking ingenting, Kunne ikke engang give byttepenge
Ud igennem minus 5 plus en løs bag mit ørе
Hvis du tror jeg skør skulle du se hvordan folk hеrude de kør
Jeg er i provinsen, i januar
Jeg er i provinsen, i f#cking januar
Klokken 15, fordi jeg vil stå tidligt op
Ryger en Prince i min seng, min lejlighed den er f#cked
Over på Statoil, køber et lod og en fransk
Jeg har fået frosset min bank, men 〈.?.〉
Det pisse koldt i min by
Folk ved jeg er stolt af min by
Vi har et ryg som vi passer
Vi elsker vold i min by
Vi elsker boldt i min by, og vi stolt af vores drenge
Jeg stoler ikke på nogen der ikke er folk fra min egen
Jeg er i provinsen, i januar
Jeg i provinsen, i f#cking januar
Jeg er i provinsen, i januar
Jeg i provinsen, i f#cking januar
Jeg er i provinsen
Bro, kan jeg nasse en smøg
I f#cking januar
Hvornår er det 193 kører?
Det er f#cking koldt
Det er f#cking koldt herude
Hvad, er den holdt op med at køre
Det er f#cking koldt herude
Sværg bro, så skal jeg gå hele vejen til Vedbæk station
Det er f#cking koldt herude
f#ck hvor stramt
I provisen
Ude i provinsen i f#cking januar
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PROVINS BLUES – English Translation
I got up, totally f#cked up, because of things from yesterday
From small bags I cough me the clothes, take my bracelet from Dior on
And a little tattoo cream in the hair
And my cut is already garbage so it just salt in the wound
Hit a kiosk that looked it was opened to wash money
They had f#cking nothing could not even give swap money
Out through minus 5 plus a loose behind my earе
If you think I crazy you should see how people hеrude they run
I’m in the province, in January
I’m in the province, in f#cking January
At 15 o’clock because I will get up early
Smoking a prince in my bed my apartment it’s f#cked
Over on Statoil, buying a lot and a French
I’ve got frozen my bank but 〈.?.〉
It pissed cold in my city
People know I’m proud of my city
We have a back as we fit
We love violence in my city
We love Boldt in my town and we proud of our boys
I don’t trust anyone who aren’t people from my own
I’m in the province, in January
I in the province, in f#cking January
I’m in the province, in January
I in the province, in f#cking January
I’m in the province
Bro, can i nast a smirk
In f#cking January
When is the 193 runs?
Its f#cking cold
It’s f#cking cold out here
What, is it stopped running
It’s f#cking cold out here
Svigg Bro, then I have to go all the way to Vedbæk Station
It’s f#cking cold out here
f#ck how tight
In the commission
Out in the province of f#cking January
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Lyrics FABRÄK – PROVINS BLUES
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