03.10.2020
ZALIL
[Vers 1: Chirag]
And it’s not your fault
It’s not your fault
I was the one who mixed up stock exchange and cathedral
Do they love you
Do they love you
At least ask them before you pay
[Chorus: Chirag]
Thought I was the shit,
I was zalil
Thought I was the center of your life
Like Dodi and Diana in that car
We die, we die, we die in the next turn
[Hook: Chirag]
Do they love you or do they love the money
Do they love you or do they love the money
Do they love you or do they love the money
Do they love you or do they love the money
[Vers 2: Chirag]
Back in the day
Back in the day
She said take me to Ling Ling Hakkasan
Left for LA
So she left for LA
I was the one who mixed up your skirt with a shawl
[Chorus: Chirag]
Thought I was the shit,
I was zalil
Thought I was the center of your life
Like Dodi and Diana in that car
We die, we die, we die in the next turn
[Hook: Chirag]
Do they love you or do they love the money
Do they love you or do they love the money
Do they love you or do they love the money
Do they love you or do they love the money
[Outro: Chirag]
So you wanna travel around the world like a hobo,
okey
But we have all we need here on Youngstorget
And fuck travelling around the world like a hobo,
sorry
Cause we have all we need here on Youngstorget
Fuck travelling around the world like a, travel around the wor-wor-wor-wor
All we need here on Youngs-Youngs-Youngs-Youngs-
Travel around the world like a, travel around the wor-wor-wor
We have all we need here on Youngs-Youngs-Youngs-Youngs-
07.09.2017
Peacock
My grey sweater matches the slush
The concrete has no feelings here
And the tower blocks we live in are covered in fog
But I am a peacock
But I am a peacock
But I am a peacock
But I am a peacock
[Verse 1: Chirag]
My father lived in an apartment for immigrants with little money
And now my sister has got a house in Holmenkollen
And that's how I am
So I cry whenever I'm grey
It's also the way that crows pretend to be peacocks, caw
Caw, mother fucker, caw
'How are you, Raggen?' 'Good, mother fucker, good'
It's like mother, father, and I love them both even when
I dated a white girl and they were not happy
My mother said it had to do with race and caste
It makes you furious, rage and throw stuff
I protect my people underneath a baldachin
In front of Hasla, but never rushed to fit in
These niggas know that it's the truth, but
We are the only band who can represent them
My group of friends is a bag filled with Skittles and M&M's
And everyone has their money in their mouths
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yosef]
So I was the bridge between black and white and
Everything in between was like a grey area on my map, but
We made it through and on the way we found the stair case here
I reached the top, looked around and figured out it wasn't my home
So where is home now?
I put my heart on the wall hook here
Bring Magdi with me, try my luck where Raggen is
So to hide all our scars we wear all the clothes
Have always fitted in, but stood out like something called a sore thumb
I was always too white for my friends, but too black for the others
My mother told me to be proud of myself and tell them to shut up
You are from everywhere, your passport is the rainbow
And those who only see you in one way have chosen the wrong bird
So when Karpe Diem sent me the song I got the goosebumps
So how do I want to be remembered when I'm gone
Because a life can end too soon
And when I die write 'Peacock' on my gravestone
[Chorus]
Because a fucking bastard hated peacocks
That fucking bastard brought grey bullets
And it's not the first time I perform on a stage
But those in the front are survivors
And I'm a peacock, the feathers hide goosebumps
And my life is all good, and my friends are Skittles
But my little brother is a peacock where I grew up
And our language is ugly, he cries when he's alone
And our city is separated
Different, can you not find the dreams of a kid
I used to try to part my curly hair with hair wax
He did the same thing last year, he hid a coloured map
But when that kid grows up, it will see the tail behind
So one should carry the picture his city has painted with proud
No matter what you thought the hour after the bomb went off