Más canciones de Chandler Leighton
Descripción
Productor: MismoMismo
Escritor: Chandler Leighton
Letra y traducción
Original
God, I should hand it to you.
Mr.
Cool Guy with all of your stupid tattoos and your shit attitude. But I was young and dumb, easy to make me a fool.
You get me so blind because you always forget to turn off the lights.
Sorry to pop your balloon, but I can't be your mommy and your girlfriend too. We fuck, then we fight.
You get high, drive yourself to the bar at night.
I pick your sorry ass up 'cause you can't drive. We play this shit on loop about a thousand times. I swear to God
I'm losing my. . .
My-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
My-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
You're coming home, then putting on a show.
Wake the neighbors 'til they're banging on the floor.
You think I haven't heard this all before. Mr. Cool Guy, wish you never left New York.
I can't even go to my favorite bar without seeing your face on the fucking wall and your friends thinking it's all my fault.
They're whispering, "She's such a bitch, a narcissist, so ignorant. " Use me as a party trick. You scream my name, yeah, now they listen.
We fuck, then we fight. You get high, drive yourself to the bar at night.
I pick your sorry ass up 'cause you can't drive.
We play this shit on loop about a thousand times. I swear to God I'm losing my. . .
My-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
My-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
Oh, I. . .
My-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya.
My-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya.
You're a 29, ain't gonna piss me off. I'm 'bout to cut you off, so go ahead and get a fucking job.
You're a 29, ain't gonna piss me off. I'm 'bout to cut you off, so time to get a fucking job.
We fuck, then we fight. You get high, drive yourself to the bar at night.
I pick your sorry ass up 'cause you can't drive.
We play this shit on loop about a thousand times. I swear to God I'm losing my. . .
My-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya-a-aye. My-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya, my-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
I swear to God I'm losing my mind.
Traducción al español
Dios, debería dártelo.
Sr.
Chico genial con todos tus estúpidos tatuajes y tu actitud de mierda. Pero yo era joven y tonto, y era fácil dejarme en ridículo.
Me dejas tan ciego porque siempre te olvidas de apagar las luces.
Perdón por reventar tu globo, pero no puedo ser tu mamá y tu novia también. Follamos y luego peleamos.
Te colocas y conduces hasta el bar por la noche.
Levanto tu lamentable trasero porque no sabes conducir. Reproducimos esta mierda en bucle unas mil veces. lo juro por dios
Estoy perdiendo mi. . .
Mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
Mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
Volverás a casa y luego montarás un espectáculo.
Despierta a los vecinos hasta que golpeen el suelo.
Crees que no he oído todo esto antes. Sr. Cool Guy, desearía no haberse ido nunca de Nueva York.
Ni siquiera puedo ir a mi bar favorito sin ver tu cara en la maldita pared y a tus amigos pensando que todo es culpa mía.
Están susurrando: "Es una perra, una narcisista, una ignorante". Úsame como truco de fiesta. Gritas mi nombre, sí, ahora escuchan.
Follamos y luego peleamos. Te colocas y conduces hasta el bar por la noche.
Levanto tu lamentable trasero porque no sabes conducir.
Reproducimos esta mierda en bucle unas mil veces. Juro por Dios que estoy perdiendo mi. . .
Mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
Mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
Ah, yo... .
Mi-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya.
Mi-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya, e-ya-e-ya-e-ya.
Tienes 29 años, no me vas a enojar. Estoy a punto de interrumpirte, así que adelante y consigue un maldito trabajo.
Tienes 29 años, no me vas a enojar. Estoy a punto de interrumpirte, así que es hora de conseguir un maldito trabajo.
Follamos y luego peleamos. Te colocas y conduces hasta el bar por la noche.
Levanto tu lamentable trasero porque no sabes conducir.
Reproducimos esta mierda en bucle unas mil veces. Juro por Dios que estoy perdiendo mi. . .
Mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya-a-aye. Mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya, mi-ya-e-ya-a-aye.
Juro por Dios que estoy perdiendo la cabeza.