Lyrics and translation Flameboi Matt feat. roddie & sora9k - Cemitério

Cemitério

Isso é Supernova, comédia!
Burn it down, ShadowProve
Bitch!

Baby draco te manda pro cemitério (essa bate!)
Olha os caninos, isso é InuYasha bando
Supernova decola cortando vento
YSL, Raf Jeans, InuYasha bando
Sinto muito, mas do seu rosto eu não lembro
Sorry baby, sou um demônio de outro tempo
Mais um perc, eu juro que eu vou ficar lento
Se ela liga eu vou sumir igual Danny Phantom

E a Supernova te leva pro cemitério
Cê não vai gastar com Uber, a viagem é direta
E eu já tô com scope aberto
Tipo Sniper Americano só que dirigindo Celta
Ela diz que me ama, mas não sei se ela tá certa

Meu coração tá tão frio, preciso de uma coberta
Me acorda por favor quando setembro acabar
E quando as flores caírem a gente pode juntar
Que eu não aguento mais esperar o tempo passar
E eu procuro seu rosto em quase todo lugar...
(Será que eu vou encontrar?)
(Será que eu vou encontrar?)

(Levar pro cemitério)
Sobre à luz da lua eu interdito a rua
Yeah, yeah
(InuYasha bando, yeah)
Mexe com a minha gang e nós bota na tua...
Na-na-na-na-na

Baby draco te manda pro cemitério (essa bate!)
Olha os caninos, isso é InuYasha bando
Supernova decola cortando vento
YSL, Raf Jeans, InuYasha bando
Sinto muito, mas do seu rosto eu não lembro
Sorry baby, sou um demônio de outro tempo
Mais um perc, eu juro que eu vou ficar lento
Se ela liga eu vou sumir igual Danny Phantom

Oh that's your girl then I'm sorry I ain't know
If that's your girl then why she calling up my phone
I'm off a perc, I took three 30's, I'm on go
If that's your girl then why she can't leave me alone

Drive the hellcat like it's a rover
She said: Sora you never sober
Can't call my phone
No, I don't text and she think I'm a loner

Hit twice and she know it's over
Lurie got a Prada bag, we some soldiers
Boy, you bitchmade, I know your olders
Your girl not yours, no, no, we stole her

Pocket full of percs and I'm pour up
Boy we know you broke gotta get your bands up
Your man got caught and he set his friends up
No, no, no, no, you can't be like us

Three times, three percs, can't feel my nuts
Can't feel my face, gotta get off them drugs
Stop calling my phone, told that hoe shut up
No, no, no, no, no, RIP Gus

Sinto muito, mas do seu rosto eu não lembro
Sorry baby, sou um demônio de outro tempo

Cemetery

This is Supernova, comedy!
Burn it down, ShadowProve
Bitch!

Baby Draco sends you to the cemetery (this one slaps!)
Look at the fangs, this is the InuYasha gang
Supernova takes off cutting through the wind
YSL, Raf Jeans, InuYasha gang
I'm sorry, but I don't remember your face
Sorry baby, I'm a demon from another time
One more perc, I swear I'm gonna get slow
If she calls, I'll disappear like Danny Phantom

And the Supernova takes you to the cemetery
You won't spend money on Uber, the trip is direct
And I already have the scope open
Like American Sniper but driving a Celta
She says she loves me, but I don't know if she's right

My heart is so cold, I need a blanket
Please wake me up when September is over
And when the flowers fall we can gather them
Because I can't stand to wait for time to pass anymore
And I look for your face almost everywhere...
(Will I find it?)
(Will I find it?)

(Take you to the cemetery)
Under the moonlight I block the street
Yeah, yeah
(InuYasha gang, yeah)
Mess with my gang and we'll put it in your...
Na-na-na-na-na

Baby Draco sends you to the cemetery (this one slaps!)
Look at the fangs, this is the InuYasha gang
Supernova takes off cutting through the wind
YSL, Raf Jeans, InuYasha gang
I'm sorry, but I don't remember your face
Sorry baby, I'm a demon from another time
One more perc, I swear I'm gonna get slow
If she calls, I'll disappear like Danny Phantom

Oh that's your girl then I'm sorry I ain't know
If that's your girl then why she calling up my phone
I'm off a perc, I took three 30's, I'm on go
If that's your girl then why she can't leave me alone

Drive the hellcat like it's a rover
She said: Sora you never sober
Can't call my phone
No, I don't text and she think I'm a loner

Hit twice and she know it's over
Lurie got a Prada bag, we some soldiers
Boy, you bitchmade, I know your olders
Your girl not yours, no, no, we stole her

Pocket full of percs and I'm pour up
Boy we know you broke gotta get your bands up
Your man got caught and he set his friends up
No, no, no, no, you can't be like us

Three times, three percs, can't feel my nuts
Can't feel my face, gotta get off them drugs
Stop calling my phone, told that hoe shut up
No, no, no, no, no, RIP Gus

I'm sorry, but I don't remember your face
Sorry baby, I'm a demon from another time