grote – vagabundo

grote – vagabundo Lyrics

Artist: grote
Song: vagabundo

〈Letra de “vagabundo” com grote〉
〈Intro〉
Yeah-yeah, yeah
〈Refrão〉

Moro no porão dos meus pais, eles lavam minhas roupa’
Vagabundo sem propósito, tô atirado à toa
Com trinta anos na cara e eu tô desempregado
Tô num pique cearense, já tô ficando cansado

〈Verso 1〉
Quase três horas da tarde e eu ainda tô dormindo
Minha mãe tenta me acordar, mas fica com pena de mim
Botei o despertador, mas quando acordo só desligo

Depois da sétima vez, simplesmente volto a dormir
São cinco horas, eu levanto pra assaltar a geladeira
Minha mãe comprou meus Toddy e meus Danoninho light
Tô pensando no que vou fazer, hoje é segunda-feira

Provavelmente vou virar a noite só no Fortnite
〈Refrão〉
Moro no porão dos meus pais, eles lavam minhas roupa’
Vagabundo sem propósito, tô atirado à toa

Com trinta anos na cara e eu tô desempregado
Tô num pique cearense, já tô ficando cansado
〈Verso 2〉
Minha vó manda mensagem perguntando como eu tô

Se a família vai bem, se preciso de alguma coisa
Tô coçando o saco, só de cueca vendo p#rnô
Fazendo o possível pra parar com o meu papel de trouxa
No sofá com meu Doritos assistindo Netflix

Vai tomar no cu, o controle tá na puta que pariu
Gritei pro meu pai pra ele pegar o controle pra mim
Ele desligou a TV e me chamou de um vadio
〈Refrão〉

Moro no porão dos meus pais, eles lavam minhas roupa’
Vagabundo sem propósito, tô atirado à toa
Com trinta anos na cara e eu tô desempregado
Tô num pique cearense, já tô ficando cansado

〈Saída〉
Yeah
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vagabundo Lyrics – English Translation

〈Lyrics of “Vagabundo” with Grote〉
〈Intro〉
YEAH-YEAH, Yeah

I live in my parents ‘bas#ment, they wash my clothes’
Vagabond without purpose, I’m thrown for nothing
With thirty years in the face and I’m unemployed
I’m in a Ceará pike, I’m getting tired already

〈Verse 1〉
Almost three hours in the afternoon and I’m still sleeping
My mother tries to wake me up, but she gets sorry for me
I put the alarm clock, but when I wake up I only turn off

After the seventh time, I just go back to sleep
It’s five hours, I get up to rob the refrigerator
My mother bought my toddy and my little danoninho
I’m thinking about what I’m going to do, today is Monday

I will probably turn the night only in Fortnite

I live in my parents ‘bas#ment, they wash my clothes’
Vagabond without purpose, I’m thrown for nothing

With thirty years in the face and I’m unemployed
I’m in a Ceará pike, I’m getting tired already
〈Verse 2〉
My grandmother sends a message asking how I am

If the family goes well, if I need something
I’m scratching the bag, just underwear seeing p#rn
Doing your best to stop my muggle role
On the couch with my Doritos watching Netflix

Will take in the #ss, the control is in the b#tch who gave birth
I screamed to my father for him to get the control for me
He hung up the TV and called me a stray

I live in my parents ‘bas#ment, they wash my clothes’
Vagabond without purpose, I’m thrown for nothing
With thirty years in the face and I’m unemployed
I’m in a Ceará pike, I’m getting tired already

Yeh
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grote Lyrics – vagabundo

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Release Year: 1991