From the 'berm' of the Cyclone
From the place where the kids shatter with the Firestones
I don't know, without Danone
At eleven I was already a man, at twenty I glued my Opal de Corleone
I didn't know the crime, but I ran away from the "homi"
Sometimes a cheat signed by Al Capone
Quebrada is an urban legend, but there is no werewolf
Maloqueiragem is great, you can't even get it from the drone
A ride of a thousand and one hundred the broken freezone
But the phone plays Bob Marley, plays Bone
I didn't count on luck, no
But I dreamed of Rame, to burn tires at the 'Porra' Mall
Insane, in this insane world
Living, risking and winning
And it wasn't even arranged to work out
And it wasn't even arranged to work out
And it wasn't even arranged to work out
Again, this review made night turn to day
I'm ganging through the streets of Brasilia
I remembered the kites, the cerol on the line
Reminds me of the good times, the sound of the old days
Playing cards, dominoes with the family
Problems and GoPro that's life
With so many spots open for a hangover here
I don't want anything there
But I miss them on the rise in limitless ways
I told you that kids are a problem pae
Joint in the 'bolin' unfolds in the 'Carai' scene
To the street now, movie junk
I know that every effort is rewarded
Insane, in this insane world
Living, risking and winning
And it wasn't even arranged to work out
And it wasn't even arranged to work out
And it wasn't even arranged to work out