Inner city ride
Today 'we' are not 'good,' it's okay
Just glass and flavored vodka
And the perverts with buckles and hats
Hilucão, the sleepy one, black film
And they in the body hit their asses on the ground
Hilucão, and the sleepyhead, black film
She moves to the beat of tuts, tuts
Glass fogging up, it brushes against the buckle
The dick turning and me catching her
She moves to the beat of tuts, tuts
Glass fogging up, it brushes against the buckle
The dick turning and me catching her
Inner city ride
Today 'we' are not 'good,' it's okay
Just glass and flavored vodka
And the perverts with buckles and hats
Hilucão, and the sleepyhead, black film
They in the body hit their asses on the ground
Hilucão, and the sleepyhead, black film
She moves to the beat of tuts, tuts
Glass fogging up, it brushes against the buckle
The dick turning and me catching her
She moves to the beat of tuts, tuts
Glass fogging up, it brushes against the buckle
The dick turning and me catching her
And so you don't forget, it's another one from the LP