I'm more than enough
I give more than enough
Listen up, let the trance in
If you're nervous, f*ck
I know you wanna be my man, cherry-stem knot
He threw me side-eye, he wants me
But, like, with me, or with me?
I'm confused, don't even know if I've still got friends
I'm confused, don't even know when I'm in danger
São Simão, Queimados, crime rolls like always
There's a party every Saturday anyway
Sometimes it's so hard to act natural
I know you don't get being independent
Being my own boss, the only way I'd take a boss
Know where your home is? Only way I'd take a check
This is my board, so watch not to get checked
On my board, so careful your check doesn't bounce
I hopped on a plane and landed in Xique-Xique
And even before fame I was already chic
Stress from my traumas gave me nervous tics
Gonna cry? Send a voice note right after the beep
"Don't call Milena, she ain't got limits
She's got too many opinions, I ask you rethink"
So I dare ask: What's your limit?
I don't want you thinking the same, I just want you thinking
How much do I have to hurt you till you feel?
How many lines will I burn till you hear me?
And to fit in they're trying to shrink me
But I only rhyme in case one day Jesus wants to hear
I feel extraordinary, queen of a brilliant mind
Even my teeth belong to someone important
He loves when I spit through my gap
He loves when I make him feel like a man
Known as the cause of the problem
I got no problem with that tag
Some women in the scene wanna see me slip
They believe that way I'll make room for them
How crazy, I've never been one to point fingers
Much less write songs thinking of them
Y'all worry too much about what I'm doing
Ever stopped to think of that? Pause a sec
The insecurity you feel every time I show up
Is 'cause I don't need anything to feel huge
I feel extraordinary, queen of a brilliant mind
Even my teeth belong to someone important
He loves when I spit through my gap
He loves when I make him feel like a man
Known as the cause of the problem
I got no problem with that tag
I feel extraordinary, queen of a brilliant mind
Even my teeth belong to someone important
He loves when I spit through my gap
He loves when I make him feel like a man
Known as the cause of the problem
I got no problem with that tag