
#mood
By Post Malone
2016
2:46
Official Music Video
#mood by Post Malone
Lyrics & Translation
English
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Homie you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Homie you's a window shopper
At the dealership trying to get a test drive
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet
But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it
I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits
20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy
Doors suicide they say a word in remembrance
And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it
They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it"
And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin'
And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche
Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool
Flu game pose people callin' me the G.O.A.T
People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold
Aye-ye-ye
I got cha-ay-ay-ange
Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in'
I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'?
Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Homie you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Homie you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet
But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it
I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits
20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy
Door's suicide they say a word they remember it
And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it
They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it"
And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin'
And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche
Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool
Flu game pose people callin' me the G.O.A.T
People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold
Aye-ye-ye
I got cha-ay-ay-ange
Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in'
I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'?
Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of #mood by Post Malone
#mood* (original Post Malone)
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Homie you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Homie you's a window shopper
At the dealership trying to get a test drive
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet
But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it
I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits
20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy
Doors suicide they say a word in remembrance
And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it
They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it"
And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin'
And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche
Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool
Flu game pose people callin' me the G.O.A.T
People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold
Aye-ye-ye
I got cha-ay-ay-ange
Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in'
I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'?
Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Homie you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Homie you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin to get a test drive
Homie you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
Everybody wanna talk shit on the internet
But they ain't understand they see the work I put into it
I'm guessing all this bullshit just come with the benefits
20 years old, 20 carats my bezel heavy
Door's suicide they say a word they remember it
And they just wanna see me fail but dawg I ain't havin' it
They wanna tear me down and tell you "youngin' you can't handle it"
And I'm just here to tell em their shit never happenin'
And I just flew by in a drop-top Porsche
Givenchy swim shorts like I hopped out the pool
Flu game pose people callin' me the G.O.A.T
People gettin' heated shit my rollie still cold
Aye-ye-ye
I got cha-ay-ay-ange
Why you even lookin'? You ain't pay-ay-in'
I'm still loyal what the fuck is ya'll sayin'?
Even though my song stuck in your bitch brain
#mood (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
Enojado conmigo, creo saber por qué
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
En la joyería mirando cosas que no puedes comprar
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
En el concesionario intentando conseguir una prueba de manejo
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
Jodidamente enojado cuando me ves pasar
Todos quieren hablar mierda en internet
Pero no entienden que ven el trabajo que le pongo
Supongo que toda esta mierda viene con los beneficios
20 años, 20 quilates mi bisel pesado
Puertas suicidas, dicen una palabra en recuerdo
Y solo quieren verme fallar, pero amigo, no lo permitiré
Quieren derribarme y decirte "joven, no puedes con esto"
Y solo estoy aquí para decirles que su mierda nunca sucederá
Y acabo de pasar volando en un Porsche descapotable
Pantalones cortos de baño Givenchy como si saliera de la piscina
Pose de "flu game", la gente me llama el G.O.A.T.
La gente se está calentando, mierda, mi Rolex sigue frío
Aye-ye-ye
Tengo ca-a-ambio
¿Por qué sigues mirando? No estás pa-ga-ando
Sigo siendo leal, ¿qué carajo están diciendo?
Aunque mi canción esté pegada en tu cerebro de perra
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
Enojado conmigo, creo saber por qué
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
En la joyería mirando cosas que no puedes comprar
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
En el concesionario intentando conseguir una prueba de manejo
Amigo, eres un mirón de escaparates
Jodidamente enojado cuando me ves pasar
Todos quieren hablar mierda en internet
Pero no entienden que ven el trabajo que le pongo
Supongo que toda esta mierda viene con los beneficios
20 años, 20 quilates mi bisel pesado
Puertas suicidas, dicen una palabra, lo recuerdan
Y solo quieren verme fallar, pero amigo, no lo permitiré
Quieren derribarme y decirte "joven, no puedes con esto"
Y solo estoy aquí para decirles que su mierda nunca sucederá
Y acabo de pasar volando en un Porsche descapotable
Pantalones cortos de baño Givenchy como si saliera de la piscina
Pose de "flu game", la gente me llama el G.O.A.T.
La gente se está calentando, mierda, mi Rolex sigue frío
Aye-ye-ye
Tengo ca-a-ambio
¿Por qué sigues mirando? No estás pa-ga-ando
Sigo siendo leal, ¿qué carajo están diciendo?
Aunque mi canción esté pegada en tu cerebro de perra
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