Dance On The Moon
By Travis Scott
2013
4:51
Official Music Video
Dance On The Moon by Travis Scott
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Theophilus London:]
Where the weather is warm
[Travis Scott:]
Moonlight move when a nigga dance
Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance
Had to leave home wasn't working out
Kiss moms for me if you get a chance
Walk the streets where I stay
Niggas give me daps and pounds they can't wait
In the moonlight, you can't see my eyes
And when I'm off the things I can't think
Man I been coasting the coast
Swear a young nigga done been through the most
Washing my mind out with dope
Shit real, but you know a nigga can't choke
When they recognize a real nigga still
Ride with me, down with me, say he a float
And all my real niggas sitting in the VIP
Shoving champagne through the next girl throat
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
[Travis Scott:]
Lost in the moonlight, run through the moonlight, who knew?
Cop lights, no lights, 'cause the bills they was overdue
Now a skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway
Taking trips to the side of the moon
Had to take trips to define my peace
But I got a little feeling it might be in that tomb
I like my weed a little cheese, roll that that a little thick
Better watch your toke, you don't wanna choke
Better let that jack roll down your neck
I'm on some popular shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix
We just gon' cruise hit the brews, lay back don't worry 'bout shit
It might get rowdy 'cause all the freaky models wanna party
All the freaky models in the lobby, it's so obvious that they lobbyist
Man it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villa
She in that white dress it can't fit her
Sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver
Hit it and she on the moon my nigga
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
[Paul Wall:]
Paul Wall, two cups, hold up, hold up
I'm headed to the moon 'cause the world screwed up
Like the city, I grew up so
I'm pouring up a co-cup, 'bout to get tore up
Got a Xanax crushed up
If you spill my cup, it'll get you fucked up
Pull up to the moon with the trunk up
Gettin' sucked up with three blunts rolled up
Smoke all three at the same time: call that triple OG
In the triple D, I'm full when I'm on E, you don't know nothing 'bout me
Backwood feel with a Compton tree
Getting full of that oil, I got gas and grease
Three lines poured up in the big East
Baptized a blunt but I ain't no priest
Peach Ciroc with a Norco, piece of hash and my trippy sticks
OG wax on a bone with a skillet, me and Paskel been doing that shit
Def' rocking link, what you know about this
Baby Bash came through with the kush assist
Percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon
Getting higher than a bitch and I'm doing my dance
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Dance On The Moon by Travis Scott
Dance On The Moon* (original Travis Scott)
[Theophilus London:]
Where the weather is warm
[Travis Scott:]
Moonlight move when a nigga dance
Peep a nigga steeze from a nigga stance
Had to leave home wasn't working out
Kiss moms for me if you get a chance
Walk the streets where I stay
Niggas give me daps and pounds they can't wait
In the moonlight, you can't see my eyes
And when I'm off the things I can't think
Man I been coasting the coast
Swear a young nigga done been through the most
Washing my mind out with dope
Shit real, but you know a nigga can't choke
When they recognize a real nigga still
Ride with me, down with me, say he a float
And all my real niggas sitting in the VIP
Shoving champagne through the next girl throat
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
[Travis Scott:]
Lost in the moonlight, run through the moonlight, who knew?
Cop lights, no lights, 'cause the bills they was overdue
Now a skinny iggy nigga got fits from the runway
Taking trips to the side of the moon
Had to take trips to define my peace
But I got a little feeling it might be in that tomb
I like my weed a little cheese, roll that that a little thick
Better watch your toke, you don't wanna choke
Better let that jack roll down your neck
I'm on some popular shit, come look in my eyes and get a fix
We just gon' cruise hit the brews, lay back don't worry 'bout shit
It might get rowdy 'cause all the freaky models wanna party
All the freaky models in the lobby, it's so obvious that they lobbyist
Man it can't be realer, me and my niggas in the villa
She in that white dress it can't fit her
Sweet not bitter, drink like you got no liver
Hit it and she on the moon my nigga
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
[Paul Wall:]
Paul Wall, two cups, hold up, hold up
I'm headed to the moon 'cause the world screwed up
Like the city, I grew up so
I'm pouring up a co-cup, 'bout to get tore up
Got a Xanax crushed up
If you spill my cup, it'll get you fucked up
Pull up to the moon with the trunk up
Gettin' sucked up with three blunts rolled up
Smoke all three at the same time: call that triple OG
In the triple D, I'm full when I'm on E, you don't know nothing 'bout me
Backwood feel with a Compton tree
Getting full of that oil, I got gas and grease
Three lines poured up in the big East
Baptized a blunt but I ain't no priest
Peach Ciroc with a Norco, piece of hash and my trippy sticks
OG wax on a bone with a skillet, me and Paskel been doing that shit
Def' rocking link, what you know about this
Baby Bash came through with the kush assist
Percocet ten and a soma twist on the moon
Getting higher than a bitch and I'm doing my dance
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's get high, and go dance on the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Touch the sky, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is warm and we forever live long
Dance On The Moon (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Theophilus London:]
Donde el clima es cálido
[Travis Scott:]
La luz de la luna se mueve cuando un negro baila
Mira el estilo de un negro desde la postura de un negro
Tuve que irme de casa, no estaba funcionando
Dale un beso a mamá por mí si tienes la oportunidad
Camina por las calles donde me quedo
Los negros me dan palmadas y golpes de puño, no pueden esperar
A la luz de la luna, no puedes ver mis ojos
Y cuando estoy fuera de las cosas, no puedo pensar
Hombre, he estado costeando la costa
Juro que un joven negro ha pasado por lo máximo
Lavando mi mente con droga
Mierda real, pero sabes que un negro no puede ahogarse
Cuando reconocen a un negro real todavía
Viaja conmigo, abajo conmigo, di que es un flotador
Y todos mis negros reales sentados en el VIP
Empujando champán por la garganta de la siguiente chica
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Vamos a drogarnos y a bailar en la luna
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Podríamos volar e ir directamente a la luna
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Toca el cielo y ve a bailar en la luna
Donde el clima es cálido y vivimos para siempre
[Travis Scott:]
Perdido en la luz de la luna, corre a través de la luz de la luna, ¿quién lo diría?
Luces de policía, sin luces, porque las facturas estaban vencidas
Ahora un negro flaco de Iggy tiene trajes de la pasarela
Haciendo viajes al lado de la luna
Tuve que hacer viajes para definir mi paz
Pero tengo la sensación de que podría estar en esa tumba
Me gusta mi hierba un poco de queso, enrolla eso un poco grueso
Mejor mira tu calada, no querrás ahogarte
Mejor deja que ese jack ruede por tu cuello
Estoy en una mierda popular, ven a mirar en mis ojos y obtén una solución
Solo vamos a navegar, golpear las cervezas, recostarnos, no te preocupes por nada
Podría ponerse ruidoso porque todas las modelos raras quieren fiesta
Todas las modelos raras en el vestíbulo, es tan obvio que son lobistas
Hombre, no puede ser más real, yo y mis negros en la villa
Ella con ese vestido blanco no le puede quedar
Dulce no amargo, bebe como si no tuvieras hígado
Golpéala y ella está en la luna, mi negro
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Vamos a drogarnos y a bailar en la luna
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Podríamos volar e ir directamente a la luna
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Toca el cielo y ve a bailar en la luna
Donde el clima es cálido y vivimos para siempre
[Paul Wall:]
Paul Wall, dos vasos, espera, espera
Me dirijo a la luna porque el mundo está jodido
Como la ciudad, crecí así
Así que estoy vertiendo una co-taza, a punto de destrozarme
Tengo un Xanax aplastado
Si derramas mi taza, te joderá
Llega a la luna con el maletero levantado
Siendo succionado con tres porros enrollados
Fuma los tres al mismo tiempo: llama a eso triple OG
En la triple D, estoy lleno cuando estoy en E, no sabes nada de mí
Backwood se siente con un árbol de Compton
Llenándome de ese aceite, tengo gasolina y grasa
Tres líneas vertidas en el gran Este
Bauticé un porro pero no soy sacerdote
Peach Ciroc con un Norco, pedazo de hachís y mis palos trippy
Cera OG en un hueso con una sartén, yo y Paskel hemos estado haciendo esa mierda
Def' rocking link, ¿qué sabes de esto?
Baby Bash vino con la asistencia de kush
Percocet diez y un giro de soma en la luna
Poniéndome más drogado que una perra y estoy haciendo mi baile
[Theophilus London:]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Vamos a drogarnos y a bailar en la luna
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Podríamos volar e ir directamente a la luna
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Toca el cielo y ve a bailar en la luna
Donde el clima es cálido y vivimos para siempre
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