Letras de MGMT
Letra con la Pronunciación Fonética y Video de la canción: Time to Pretend – MGMT
I’m Feelin rough I’m Feelin raw I’m in the prime of my life… Aym filin raf aym filin ro aym in de praim of laif
Let’s make some music make some money find some models for wives… Lets meik som miusik meik som many faind som models for waivs
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars… Ayl muv tu Paris, shut som jeroin and fak witd de estars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars…. Yiu man de ailand and de cokein and de elegant cars
This is our decision to live fast and die young…. Dis is awer decishion tu liv fast and day yong
We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun…. Wiv gat de vishion, naw lets jav som fan
Yeah it’s overwhelming, but what else can we do?… Yiea its owverwelmin, bat wat elz can wi du?
Get jobs in offices and wake up for the morning commute?… Get yobs in ofices and weik ap for de mornin com-miut?
Forget about our mothers and our friends… Forget abawt awer maders and awer frends
We were fated to pretend… Wi wer feired tu pritend
I’ll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms… Ayl mis de pleygraunds and de animals and digin ap worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world… Ayl mis de comfort of may mader and de weigt of de wuorld
I’ll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home… Ayl mis may sister, mis may fader, mis may dog and may joum
Yeah I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone… Yiea ayl mis de bordom and de fridom and de taim espent alown
But there is really nothing, nothing we can do… Bat der is rily notdin, notdin wi can du
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew… Lov mast bi forgaren. Laif can olweys estart ap aniu
The models will have children, we’ll get a divorce,.. De models wil jav children, wil get a divorz
We’ll find some more models, Everything must run its course… Wil faind som mor models, Evrytdin mast ran its kerz
We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end… Wil chowk on awer vomit and dat wil bi di end
We were fated to pretend.
Yeah yeah yeah… Yiea, yiea, yiea
Writer(s): Andrew Wells Vanwyngarden, Benjamin Nicholas Huner Goldwasser, Andrew Vanwyngarden, Ben Goldwasser
