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First the crown then the rings
I'm feeling like Kevin Durant
She saving my prayers
As if she were Duran Duran

Hitting hard like Mr. Miyagi
But always respecting young Daniel-San
The goal is to chirp with barbecue on the rooftop
Sunday the access is at Maracanã

Seeing my team become champions
But I never freed these pains
My suffering is live and in color
You know, bro, how it works

It's just stumbling with each step taken
But each achievement is what moves me
She told me that life is a car
I don't know if I'm a passenger or a hitchhiker

In lockdown but I don't have corona
Took her in the back seat of the Verona
Chirping through Ipanema beach

I know I can do much more
That was never the problem
It's just that my performance
Is the result of breaking the handcuffs

My mind asks me to continue
It's logical that I continue
I made my heart a shelter
I tore all my enemies

I don't want the bronze medal
Of course, I endured the process
I want to live where peace hides
The gold, the victory, and all my progress

I'm hustling for my success
But success is relative
I want health for my family
And more reasons to feel alive

I want more happiness
For those by my side, a new chance
Because alone you win nothing
Your trophy on the shelf will be worth little

Dialogues of young Douglas
Art like Donatello
2000 and forever, BOUNCE!