The Chest And The Stomach Lyrics – Maisnerd
Singer: Maisnerd
Title: The Chest And The Stomach
You would like me when I-
Set me free
When I open the trunk, you pop up and rack this m#th*rf#ck*r
Man, f#ck that sh#t, I ain’t finna shoot nobody
I ain’t said nothin’ about you shootin’ nobody
All you gotta do is hold on to it, they’ll get the idea
Man, you must be out of yo’ f#ckin’ mind if you think I’m finna get in this dirty-ass trunk
I got a problem with small places
Now I got a problem with spending ten thousand dollars on ungrateful peanut-head n#gg#s to get ’em out of jail, but I did it
The chest and the stomach
Eu ‘tava estacionando, acabei de vir, já vou de novo
Nem queria vir, mas pra agradar, fiz um esforço
Primo que eu vi só uma vez no ano novo
Passei meu Instagram, nem me seguiu e quem é louco?
Ainda sem emprego, negociando com o tédio
Eu sou o Robert e o William no farol ficando louco
Fui abastecer e quase pedi pro frentista
Tentar mexer uns pauzinho’ e me arrumar um trampo no posto
Hoje eu tô do avesso tipo “subi no ônibus”
Parece que eu tomei uma no peito e no estômago
Tiro o top dela e deu pra ver uma tatuagem
Era os tentáculo’ na costa tipo Doctor Octavius
Fiz uma ligação só pra mim ver se o tio tá bem
Nunca me apaixono, mas eu sei que te amei
Fui bater uma punha no meu quarto, aquele naipe
Agora os dedo’ tá grudando, me chame de Spider-Man
“Doutor, não é loucura, na minha mente mora seis
Transei com umas vinte mina’, mas eu ainda sou gay”
Não tem problema, já vi caso, dá uma olhada, te explico
Diagnóstico é que ‘cê é da putaria e tudo bem
‘Cê é pan, você é bi, falta de rótulo não tem
Comunidade queer tá aí pra te acolher igual neném
Só tem um detalhe: é que existe um preconceito que alguns quer te matar
Mas o motivo dessa porra eu não achei
…anything about this creature, it is your duty to report that to the police
You’re letting your imagination run away with you
Now I have never seen this creature that you’re talking about
Forgive me, Doctor, but I am calling you a liar
Mr. McGee
Mr. McGee, don’t make me angry
We love p#ss#
Qual que é a história de hoje? Qual que é a pegadinha? Qual é a piada?
Tô voltando do banco ali, fui ver minha conta, não peguei nada
Artistas morrendo todos os dias não dão nada
Quando eu tiver trinta, vou abrir uma galeria em Piracicaba
Quando eu tiver quarenta, eu vou abrir um museu e daí não para
Vai ser tanta grana que eu vou ter que sujar dinheiro pra lavar de novo
Los pollos hermanos, tipo Madrigal do Better Call Saul ou Breaking Bad
Sou Saul, sou Jessie
Sou Heisenberg, só que mais nerd
Cada vez mais nerd, mais e mais nerd
Igual Racionais, te tomou pelo rádio, eu te tomei pela Internet
Não te prometo nada além do rap
Não te prometo nada, e quem promete?
Não tenho nada, e quem tem?
Eu não tenho nada, não tenho produtor
Não tenho agente, não tenho ghostwriter
Não tenho gangue, não tenho boné
Não tenho Face, não tenho nada
Não tenho nada
I, I shot her
You shot Melanie?
Twice
You shot her? Twice?
Is she dead
I, I, pretty much
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The Chest And The Stomach – English Translation
You will like me when i-
Set me free
When i open the trunk, you pop up and rack this m#th*rf#ck*r
Man, f#ck that sh#t, i ain’t finna shoot nobody
I Ain’t Said Nothin ‘About You Shootin’ Nobody
All You Gotta from Is Hold on To It, They’ll Get the Idea
Man, you must be out of yo ‘f#ckin’ mind if you think I’m finna get in this dirty-ass trunk
I got a problem with small places
Now i got a problem with spending ten thousand dollars on angrateful peanut-head n#gg#s to get in out of jail, but i did it
THE THE CHEST AND THE STOMACH
I was parking, I just came, I’m going again
I didn’t even want to come, but to please, I made an effort
Cousin I saw only once in the new year
I passed my Instagram, didn’t even follow me and who is crazy?
Still without a job, negotiating with boredom
I’m Robert and William in the Lighthouse getting crazy
I went to fuel and almost asked for the attendant
Try to move a little stick ‘and get a job at the post
Today I’m inside out “I climbed the bus”
Looks like I took one in my chest and stomach
I take her top and you could see a tattoo
It was the tentacle ‘on the coast type Doctor Octavius
I made a call just for me to see if the uncle is fine
I never fall in love, but I know I loved you
I went to crash in my room, that suit
Now the finger is sticking, call me Spider-Man
“Doctor, it’s not crazy, in my mind lives six
I had sex with about twenty mine ‘, but I’m still gay ”
No problem, I’ve seen case, take a look, I explain to you
Diagnosis is that ‘you are from b#tching and all right
‘You are pan, you are bi, lack of label does not have
Community Queer is there to welcome you like a baby
There is only one detail: is that there is a prejudice that some wants to kill you
But the reason for this f#ck I didn’t find
… Anything About This Creature, It is Your Duty To Report That To The Police
You’re Letting Your Imagination Run Away With You
Now i have never seen this creature that you’re talk about
Forgive Me, Doctor, But I Am Calling You a Liar
Mr. McGee
Mr. McGee, Don’t Make Me Angry
We Love p#ss#
What is the story of today? Which prank is? What’s the joke?
I’m coming back from the bank there, I went to see my account, I didn’t get anything
Artists dying every day do not give anything
When I have thirty, I will open a gallery in Piracicaba
When I have forty, I’m going to open a museum and then
It will be so much money that I will have to dirty money to launder again
Los Pollos Hermanos, type of Madrigal from Better Call Saul or Breaking Bad
I’m Saul, I’m Jessie
I’m Heisenberg, only more nerd
Increasingly nerd, more and more nerd
Equal rationals, took you on the radio, I took you over the internet
I don’t promise you anything but rap
I promise you nothing, and who promises?
I have nothing, and who has?
I have nothing, I have no producer
I have no agent, I don’t have ghostwriter
I don’t have a gang, I don’t have a cap
I have no face, I have nothing
I do not have anything
I, I Shot Her
You shot melanie?
Twice
You Shot Her? Twice?
Is she dead
I, I, Pretty Much
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Lyrics Maisnerd – The Chest And The Stomach
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