Banho de Sol

Sunday of Sun, cold big bottle
Those vibes (oops), plastic pool
Little barbecue, listening to Mumuzinho
Vileiro lover

Flower Boy like Tyler, cutie
Some Spike Lee movies, sex in the kitchen
You on all fours, screaming you're mine
She calls me Sun
With each slap, a mark

Flower Boy like Tyler, cutie
Some Spike Lee movies, sex in the kitchen
You on all fours, screaming you're mine
She calls me Sun
With each slap, a mark

She finds me beautiful when I feel ugly
I feel at home with my hand on your breast
Enjoying some funk there on Middle Street
Today everyone's at ease
Who isn't, why did they come?

Today I don't want to go out
Today I don't want to drink
Today I don't want to smoke
I just want to make love to you
Put on a movie to play
To try to fool the neighbors
We've broken so many glasses
There's no place left for wine
We make money like we make love
So well, well, well, well, well
We make money like we make love
So well, well, well, well, well

I shout I love you with your pussy in my mouth
It comes out muffled, but you understand me
Impressive, only you understand me
Sometimes I just want to listen to Migos and watch Friends
Without this story of guns and drugs
This shit doesn't fulfill me nor surprise me
We're plastic arts in search of heat
Something that melts
Choose your best lie and promise me
Deceive me with that beautiful mouth
Intense love like the sex after the fight
I catch myself quoting some cheesy phrase
Impressive how you take me
How you tame me
We're proof that two equals one is sum
I hope you don't disappear
The world passes by outside and I watch you while you smoke