Paroles et traduction Nill feat. Yung Buda - Atari

Atari

Sound food gang

E me bateu uma neura
Mas eu tava de boa
Já não dá pá arrumar um moio
Sem Internet na goma
Que por sorte o vizinho da rua detrás
Que deixava no free acesso o wi-fi

É aí que nois vai
Abri a internet pra falar de negócio com a firma
Entrei naquele site só pra evitar a fadiga
Não passei o meu número, então não me liga

E assim que nóis sai
Percebi que ela curtiu algumas fotos ou mais
Essa mina é demais e parece piada
Aumenta minha brisa imaginar o que ela faz virada
É tipo fumar hacka

Jogando Xbox de madrugada
Comendo uma salada de frutas
Ela é o leite condensado por cima da uva
Minha cor favorita é o amarelo na sua unha

Vou da um rolê de bike
Pra ver se arrumava algo pra mais tarde
Sem cara feia de fome quando passa em frente a escola
Saca do celular se não te deixam de fora

No final nem me lembro se pediu guaraná ou coca
Ela vira de costas, encosta, já deu pra ver que gosta
A minha cara era trazer umas flores
Mas a guimba é sempre muita divididas em meus amores

O tempo passa, sim, minha mão também
Tamo igual a nove de julho nesse vai e vem
Aí era nóis dois em meio ao claro
As gotas de suor brilhando tipo o farol dos carros
E pra incrementar nossa cidade
Depois do amor a gente fuma baseado

Smoking on the Indo, rolling down the street
Rolling the blunt that for us and not for me
I want you on my window, passing me this zip
You give me the weed, you're the girl that rescue me

E aí meu bem, te pego às seis
Vamos voltar pra casa e ouvir 2Chainz
A gente passa na padoca, pega um bolo e uma torta
Um mousse de limão ou as rosquinhas que cê gosta

Mas são cinco da manha, ainda quero conversar
Então vou encher de mensagem a cobrar no seu celular
Ou ligar o vídeo game pra zerar o Tony Hawk
As vezes nóis enrosca o bigode mais tarde
Eu encosto na sua goma, nóis encosta pro baile
Você segura na minha mão, tá escrito te amo em braile

Smoking on the Indo, rolling down the street
Rolling the blunt that for us and not for me
I want you on my window, passing me this zip
You give me the weed, you're the girl that rescue me

Smoking on the Indo, rolling down the street
Rolling the blunt that for us and not for me
I want you on my window, passing me this zip
You give me the weed, you're the girl that rescue me

Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling on
Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling on

Atari

Sound food gang

A sudden worry hit me
But I was doing just fine
Can't score some weed anymore
Without internet on my phone
Luckily, the neighbor behind us
Left his Wi-Fi open and free

That's where we're going
Opened the internet to talk business with the firm
Went on that site just to avoid fatigue
Didn't give my number, so don't call me

And just like that, we left
Noticed she liked some of my photos, or more
This girl is amazing, it's like a joke
My high intensifies imagining what she does when she's high
It's like smoking hash

Playing Xbox at dawn
Eating a fruit salad
She's the condensed milk on top of the grapes
My favorite color is the yellow on your nails

I'll go for a bike ride
To see if I can find something for later
No hungry face when passing by the school
Take out your phone, so you don't get left out

In the end, I don't even remember if you asked for guarana or coke
You turn your back, lean in, I can already tell you like it
My idea was to bring some flowers
But the roach is always shared among my loves

Time passes, yes, so does my hand
We're like July 9th in this back and forth
It was the two of us amidst the light
The drops of sweat shining like car headlights
And to enhance our city
After making love, we smoke weed

Smoking on the Indo, rolling down the street
Rolling the blunt that's for us and not for me
I want you on my window, passing me this zip
You give me the weed, you're the girl that rescues me

So, my dear, I'll pick you up at six
We'll go back home and listen to 2Chainz
We'll stop by the bakery, get a cake and a pie
A lemon mousse or the donuts you like

But it's five in the morning, I still want to talk
So I'll fill your phone with collect messages
Or turn on the video game to beat Tony Hawk
Sometimes we tangle up our mustaches later
I lean on your butt, we lean in for the party
You hold my hand, "I love you" is written in Braille

Smoking on the Indo, rolling down the street
Rolling the blunt that's for us and not for me
I want you on my window, passing me this zip
You give me the weed, you're the girl that rescues me

Smoking on the Indo, rolling down the street
Rolling the blunt that's for us and not for me
I want you on my window, passing me this zip
You give me the weed, you're the girl that rescues me

Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling on
Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling on