Aniversário de Sobriedade

Wow, my buddy, what a phase
I look in the mirror: But, Gustavo, what are you doing?
Where are the lyrics? Forgot the pen
Just sniffing on top of the CD of beats
The beatmakers, the best in the country
And I only go to Jamaica to calm my nose
Sniff and don't produce

Bye bye Gus, babylon by darkness volume zero, no light
I'm out of phrases, what do you bring me?
This is methamphetamine, the drug of kamikazes
They need courage to die in war
And I need courage to make peace
Or almost
If you give me war, I want more

The weather changes and I'm standing calling storms
Addicted to chaos, on the edge of the pier
Animated banquet to the gang of animals
In the dependencies of the chemical dependency clinic
Leave me alone here in my own, man
In the dependencies of the chemical dependency clinic
Girl, touch my face here

Pussy for the weak man is like cocaine
Dependency is a lot of trouble, complaining to who
Turns the center of the scene, fun that raises the price
Whiskey, coke, cigarettes, 'chick' and a car for Nikity
So high, Nietzsche complex
You know, I'm connected without sense in the beat

It's a crime to waste my time here sweating cream
I throw everything away or jump from Pedra do Leme
Talking like this, you almost scare me
Talking like this, thus spoke Zarathustra
Talking like this, there's no way to hear anything
So, what's the deal, who's picking me up on Augusta?