Atari - NILL, Yung Buda

E me bateu uma neura, mas eu tava de boa

Já não da pra arruma um moio sem internet na goma

Que, por sorte um vizinho, da rua de trás

Que deixa no free acess o Wi-Fi

É ai que nóis vai

Abrir a internet pra falar de negócios com a firma

Entrei naquele site só pra evitar a fadiga

Não passei o meu numero então não me ligue

E assim que nóis saiu

Percebi que ela curtiu algumas fotos ou mais

Essa mina é demais

E, parece piada

Aumenta a 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 dar um role de bike

Pra se arrumava algo pra mais tarde

Sem cara de fome quando passa em frente a escola

Saca do celular senão te deixam de fora

No final nem me lembro se pediu guaraná ou coca

Ela vira de costa, 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 9 de Julho nesse vai e vem

Ai era nóis dois, em meio ao claro

As gotas de suor brilhando

Tipo o faról dos carro

Pra incrementar nossa cidade

Depois do amor a gente fuma baseado

Smoking on the window

Rolling down the street

Rolling the blunt

That’s for us and not for me

I want you on my window

Passing me the zip

You give me the weed

You’re the girl that’ll rescue me

E aí meu bem, te pego as 6

Vamos voltar pra casa e ouvir 2 Chainz

A gente passa na padoca pega um bolo, uma torta

Um mousse de limão, umas rosquinha que 'cê gosta

Mas são 5 da manhã, ainda quero conversar

Então vou encher de mensagem a cobrar, o seu celular

Ou ligar o vídeo game pra zerar o Tony Hawk

As vez' nóis enrosca o bigode mais tarde…

Eu encosto na sua goma, nóis encosta pro baile

'Cê segura na minha mão, ta escrito te amo em braile

Smoking on the window

Rolling down the street

Rolling the blunt

That’s for us and not for me

I want you on my window

Passing me the zip

You give me the weed

You’re the girl that’ll rescue me

And it freaked me out, but I was fine

You can no longer arrange a moio without internet in Goma

Who, luckily, had a neighbor from the back street

That leaves free access to Wi-Fi

That's where we're going

Open the internet to talk about business with the firm

I entered that site just to avoid fatigue

I didn't give my number so don't call me

And as soon as we left

I noticed that she liked a few photos or more

This mine is too much

And it sounds like a joke

It increases my breeze to imagine what it does when turned

It's like smoking hacka

Playing Xbox at dawn

Eating a fruit salad

She is the condensed milk on top of the grape

My favorite color is yellow on your nail

I'm going to take a bike ride

To arrange something for later

No hungry face when passing in front of the school

Get your cell phone out or else they'll leave you out

At the end, I don't even remember if he asked for guarana or coke

It turns to the coast, to the side

I can already see that you like it

My face was to bring some flowers

But, the butt is always very divided between my loves

Time passes, yes, my hand too

It's like the 9th of July in this coming and going

There it was the two of us, in the middle of the light

The glowing sweat drops

Like a car headlight

To improve our city

After love we smoke joint

Smoking on the window

Rolling down the street

rolling the blunt

That's for us and not for me

I want you on my window

Passing me the zip

You give me the weed

You're the girl that'll rescue me

And then honey, I'll pick you up at 6

Let's go home and listen to 2 Chainz

We go to the padoca and get a cake, a pie

A lemon mousse, some donuts that you like

But it's 5 am, I still want to talk

So I'm going to fill your cell phone with a collect message

Or turn on the video game to reset Tony Hawk

Sometimes we curl the mustache later...

I'm touching your gum, we're leaning towards the dance

'You hold my hand, it's written I love you in Braille

Smoking on the window

Rolling down the street

rolling the blunt

That's for us and not for me

I want you on my window

Passing me the zip

You give me the weed

You're the girl that'll rescue me