So much stuff to miss
I don't even wanna stop thinking
Set it for twelve-thirty, she shows up at two
And who am I to say the lady's late?
And I know those punks provoke
If she rolls up in Oakleys, she tucks them in her shirt
With her charm, the crazies don't abuse it
She just wants to flee on the Hayabusa
So don't bring a crew, she's not into you
And I invited you to the hood
Catch the view from the balcony
I know they can't pull off a thing
And over at Mineiro you feel at home
You know I've got the gift
I sped down Cupecê in neon pink
Through the city lights, sharp as ever
We never turn down afternoons on the futon
I know you won't forget me, you're in my hand
Today, if you show up, it's just trouble
Even without seeing you, I know I've got your attention
I've waited for you so long with no limit
So much stuff to miss
I don't even wanna stop thinking
You watch my Stories, I twerk and you like it
I'm waiting for you, just make an offer
Grab me from behind, slap my a*s and don't stop
'Cause tonight's going down in history
If you dream of me, just make it happen
There's no way, you gotta grab hard to test
Phone rings, you're hooked on the flow
Play it, play it, play it again
How about it? The perfect pair
How about it? The perfect pair
How about it? The perfect pair
How about it? The perfect pair