Shoutout grim free nobla Ey, vad tänkte du ens när du klicka "skicka"? Din kkuk är inte större än en tändsticka Du tror du är het, men din k## är inte fet 5 grabbar 16 år rappar så bra att du tappar ditt hår Ditt skägg ser ut som ett ruttet ägg Din selfie är pinsam du är en skam Sluta flexa, ingen är impad. Din mikro kuk får guzzarna att gitta har du nån gång slickat en f### Denna refräng är för ball för din så kallade man är du gay eller juste du blev dumpad en din tjej din tjej var hora vänta skicka du inte dp till Nora nä just det hon var väl också hora? just det var en grabb catfishad mannen sluta leka din kuk ingen vill smeka och med barn du ville leka Som jag sa du skicka dp till en grabb som inte tvekar på att använda sin tabb Ditt k## är en skam och din framtid inte mer värt än damm Blocka, radera, glöm att du finns, du vill inte existera efter våra wins Micdrop på dig kanske borde göra om dig till tjej eller varför inte bli gay tack och hej Sluta flexa, ingen är impad. Så nästa gång du tänker på var låt va inte så kåt mannen gråt Respekt är nåt man tjänar, inte nåt man kan skicka, speciellt inte när man har en tändsticka , game over, din lilla fitta!
acapella
Swedish
aggressive, confrontational, mocking
cyberbullying commentary, social critique
playful use of slang, rhythmic flow, strong internal rhymes, contrasts in imagery
[Instrumental]
I was just a boy with a pencil in hand, Sketching out dreams they don’t understand. Then Leslie came through, like a spark in the rain, With a laugh so loud, she could shatter the pain. "Let’s build a world," she said with a grin, Where the trolls can’t reach, and the giants give in. Through the woods, past the creek, with a rope that flies, We built Terabithia, where the magic lies. (Chorus) Terabithia calls, where the brave hearts roam, A kingdom of wonder, where we’re never alone. Through the trees and the streams, our dreams take flight, In Terabithia’s glow, we’ll rule tonight. (Verse 2) We fought off the shadows with swords of wood, Protected our throne in a world so good. Monsters would tremble, giants would bow, We were the rulers, and we made that vow. But life has a way of pulling the thread, The rope swung loose, and the magic fled. Now I stand by the creek, with tears in my eyes, Still hearing her voice in the whispering skies. (Bridge) Leslie, you taught me how to be free, How to dream beyond what the eyes can see. Though you’ve crossed the bridge, and you’re out of sight, Terabithia lives in my heart tonight. (Chorus) Terabithia calls, where the brave hearts roam, A kingdom of wonder, where we’re never alone. Through the trees and the streams, our dreams take flight, In Terabithia’s glow, we’ll rule tonight. (Outro) Now I take the crown, though it feels so cold, With the memories of Leslie, a story retold. For the magic we made, for the battles we won, Terabithia’s forever, though your journey’s done.
[Verse 1] Well, the stage was set in D.C., under neon lights, Two big egos clashed on a Tuesday night. Donald stood tall, with his trademark grin, Gavin walked in, sayin', "Let the games begin!" [Pre-Chorus] But the crowd got quiet, the tension grew thick, Donald raised his hand, said, "Boy, you're too slick." With a swing and a slap, it was loud and clear, Gavin hit the floor, the whole world could hear! [Chorus] Donald Trump slapped Gavin Newsom, made him his biiitch, Left him starin' at the ceiling, twitchin' like a snitch. From the Golden Gate to Mar-a-Lago's shore, Now Gavin's walkin' funny, can't take no more! [Verse 2] Gavin tried to stand, said, "You can't do this to me!" Donald just laughed, said, "Son, don't you see? I’m the king of the deal, the master of the game, You’re just a pretty boy with a fancy name." [Pre-Chorus] The cameras were rollin', the memes went wild, Gavin’s face was red, like a petulant child. Donald tipped his hat, said, "That’s how it’s done," And the crowd went crazy, havin’ too much fun. [Chorus] Donald Trump slapped Gavin Newsom, made him his biiitch, Left him starin' at the ceiling, twitchin' like a snitch. From the Golden Gate to Mar-a-Lago's shore, Now Gavin's walkin' funny, can't take no more! [Bridge] Oh, the tweets were flyin', the internet broke, Folks were laughin' so hard, they started to choke. Gavin tried to sue, but the judge just grinned, Said, "Son, you got slapped, now take it on the chin." [Verse 3] Now Gavin’s back in Cali, hidin’ from the press, Donald’s on his golf course, causin’ more mess. But every now and then, when the moon is bright, You can still hear Gavin cryin’ in the night. [Chorus] Donald Trump slapped Gavin Newsom, made him his biiitch, Left him starin' at the ceiling, twitchin' like a snitch. From the Golden Gate to Mar-a-Lago's shore, Now Gavin's walkin' funny, can't take no more! [Outro] So here’s the moral, if you’re feelin’ bold, Don’t mess with Donald, ‘cause he’s got that gold. And if you’re Gavin, well, you’ve learned your lesson, Next time you see Trump, just bow and start confessin’!
[Verse] Woke up to a crooked mirror glass It won't lie Tangled in this twisted fairytale Under a sky Painted black with secrets that we keep inside A shadow's whisper Daring me to hide [Chorus] Oh bitch You're just a plot twist in my story A villain in disguise No need for glory Your words like poison Turning hearts to stone But I'll rewrite the pages On my own [Verse 2] In the halls of broken dreams Where we collide Dancing on the shattered glass Can't divide Eyes like daggers Cutting through the night Staring down the dark Ready for a fight [Bridge] We’re the echoes in the night Voices in the dark Games we play with hearts Leaving just a mark Rise from the ashes Taking back control In this wicked fairytale We play our role [Chorus] Oh bitch You're just a plot twist in my story A villain in disguise No need for glory Your words like poison Turning hearts to stone But I'll rewrite the pages On my own [Verse 3] Lost in the labyrinth of lies You weave The masquerade we dance Can't conceive But underneath the mask Your true face will show And in this fractured world I'll let it go
[Verse] Moonlit nights, dark alleys and whispered love, Shady blocks where we hide, like stars above. Hush hush, love on the down-low, Avoidin' eyes, keep it quiet, undercover glow. [Verse 2] Sneakin' past the neon lights, secret in the air, Holding tight, stolen moments without a care. Footsteps blend in the city hum, Heartbeats sync, beatin' like a drum. [Chorus] Just you and me, in this urban dream, Love so covert, we make the perfect team. Not a soul knows, our little hideaway, In the shadows where hearts find their way. [Verse 3] Street art cityscape, our romance hides, Graffiti kisses, in the midnight rides. Texts on the burner, smiles flirtatious, Winter chill, love warm and tenacious. [Bridge] Breakin' rules, but who could ever tell? In this town, our love casts a spell. No daylight, only night-time groove, Secret dance, in this clandestine move. [Verse 4] Night café, two sips from one cup, Eyes lock, even if fate disrupt. Glances stolen, moments so fine, Within the chaos, we're divinely entwined.
I’m walking streets I used to know, Faces blur, they come and go. The city hums a lonely tune, Underneath the silver moon. Eyes meet, then drift away, Words unspoken every day. A million hearts, no one to hear, Loneliness grows, year by year. Lost in the crowd, I’m fading slow, A shadow in a sea of souls I’ll never know. Searching for a hand to pull me near, But all I find is silence here. Neon signs, they light the air, But they can’t hide this vacant stare. Echoes bounce off empty walls, I scream, but no one hears my calls. A hollow laugh, a fleeting glance, A life that’s built on circumstance. The noise can’t drown the ache inside, The city’s mask, a place to hide. Lost in the crowd, I’m fading slow, A shadow in a sea of souls I’ll never know. Searching for a hand to pull me near, But all I find is silence here. Maybe one day, I’ll find my place, A home in someone’s warm embrace. But tonight, I’ll drift, a fleeting spark, A lonely light in the city’s dark. Lost in the crowd, I’m fading slow, A shadow in a sea of souls I’ll never know. I’ll keep searching, chasing the sound, Of love that lifts me from the ground.
Verso1: İstanbul sokaklarında büyüdü, Bu güzelliğe herkes yürüdü Büyük Aşkı Galatasaray yüreğinde Çocukluk aşkı hep dilinde Estetik Cerrah olmak hayali Sorsan adamın dibidir ikardii Güzel giyinmeyi sever siyahtır tarzı Yanında kimseyi istemez almazsa vayb’ı Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur metropol ve emaar’da İngiltere yolcusu kalmasın Lui viton çantası hep kolunda Verso2: Annesi Eda kimseyi yaklaştırmaz yanına Babası sahiptir bir kartalın bakışlarına Yaklaştırmaz kimseyi O İngiliz çocuk saklansa da arkada Adnan korel köksal derya Bunların hepsi ile akraba Bu güzelliği nereden alırdı Annesi Eda olmasa Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da İngiltere yolcusu kalmasın Lui viton çantas hepı kolunda
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Verso1: İstanbul sokaklarında büyüdü, Bu güzelliğe herkes yürüdü Büyük Aşkı Galatasaray yüreğinde Çocukluk aşkı hep dilinde Estetik Cerrah olmak hayali Sorsan adamın dibidir ikardii Güzel giyinmeyi sever siyahtır tarzı Yanında kimseyi istemez almazsa vayb’ı Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur metropol ve emaar’da İngiltere yolcusu kalmasın Lui viton çantası hep kolunda Verso2: Annesi Eda kimseyi yaklaştırmaz yanına Babası sahiptir bir kartalın bakışlarına Yaklaştırmaz kimseyi O İngiliz çocuk saklansa da arkada Adnan korel köksal derya Bunların hepsi ile akraba Bu güzelliği nereden alırdı Annesi Eda olmasa Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da İngiltere yolcusu kalmasın Lui viton çantas hepı kolunda
Verso1: İstanbul sokaklarında büyüdü, Bu güzelliğe herkes yürüdü Büyük Aşkı Galatasaray yüreğinde Çocukluk aşkı hep dilinde Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantası hep kolunda Verso2: Estetik Cerrah olmak hayali Sorsan adamın dibidir ikardii Güzel giyinmeyi sever siyahtır tarzı Yanında kimseyi istemez almazsa vayb’ı Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantası hep kolunda Verso3: Annesi Eda kimseyi yaklaştırmaz yanına Babası sahiptir bir kartalın bakışlarına Yaklaştırmaz kimseyi O İngiliz çocuk saklansa da arakada Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantas hepı kolunda Verso 4: Adnan korel köksal derya Bunların hepsi ile akraba Bu güzelliği nereden alırdı acaba Annesi Eda olmasa Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantas hepı kolunda
Verso1: İstanbul sokaklarında büyüdü, Bu güzelliğe herkes yürüdü Büyük Aşkı Galatasaray yüreğinde Çocukluk aşkı hep dilinde Estetik Cerrah olmak hayali Sorsan adamın dibidir ikardii Güzel giyinmeyi sever siyahtır tarzı Yanında kimseyi istemez almazsa vayb’ı Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantası hep kolunda Verso2: Annesi Eda kimseyi yaklaştırmaz yanına Babası sahiptir bir kartalın bakışlarına Yaklaştırmaz kimseyi O İngiliz çocuk saklansa da arakada Adnan korel köksal derya Bunların hepsi ile akraba Bu güzelliği nereden alırdı acaba Annesi Eda olmasa Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantas hepı kolunda
Verso1: İstanbul sokaklarında büyüdü, Bu güzelliğe herkes yürüdü Büyük Aşkı Galatasaray yüreğinde Çocukluk aşkı hep dilinde Estetik Cerrah olmak hayali Sorsan adamın dibidir icardii Güzel giyinmeyi sever siyahtır tarzı Yanında kimseyi istemez almazsa vayb’ı Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantası kolunda Verso2: Annesi Eda kimseyi yaklaştırmaz yanına Babası sahiptir bir kartalın bakışlarına Yaklaştırmaz kimseyi O İngiliz çocuk saklansa da arakada Adnan korel koksal derya Bunların hepsi ile akraba Bu güzelliği nereden alırdı acaba Annesi Eda olmasa Nakarat: Zeynep, Zeynep, adın yazıldı bulutlara Gezip durur Ataşehir metropol ve emaar’da Kızım arada sırada beni de ara Lui viton çantası kolunda