Alex Under

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit
(God) forgive the father who thinks his daughter is a saint
One more sip, friends pour for the Saint
One more sip, the hottie asks me to sit
Not too many men, be careful who you sit with
Too many men, none of them care how you feel
The kids are too much, some have a piece in their belt
Are you too much of a man? I've never seen your face on the street
It's that you guys like the father: I myself, the very one, endure!
Too many demons jumping without fear of heights
Too many demands, never from the invoice
Rest in peace but, first feel your fracture
I want too much, damn ambitions, abundance
I smoke too much, fucking up my future visions
We're fucking too much, fucking up future relationships
I'm running too much, I just run too much
And the Bible says things like love thy neighbor
My speech says things like love yourself
Problems always distanced those who said they were close
It's that these guys' sin is never being themselves!
Spitting rhymes, like drugs at a party
I was baptized by the waters, led astray by evils (yeah)
Pussy rains, like drugs at a party
I'm sinning through the flesh, there are always asses on the plates

Money talk
We connect the dots
They are Alexandre Frota
We are Alexandre Pato
She smiled Alex Under the Great
For each one I have a name
Derxan is more striking
Marks on the body, not from clothes
Yellow teeth, not made of gold
My M12 is so comfortable
Your desires and pleasures are always to enjoy others'

I swore to myself not to mess up
I swore to her that I would be (that I would be) hers
I lied to myself, lying to her
I remembered that those who make vows, lie
We got used to this shit
Some from childhood are found in private
Your sound is bad, no one understands anything (no one)
Died dressed up chasing the hype
We wear imported pieces and some untouched pieces
In this cinema, cursed setting
In the rush, the ending is like a scene
Handle life lightly like an intern
If the future belongs to God, I make life hypertensive
Face wet and it's not from New Year's
I learned that my sweat is sacred
I told God some of my secrets
So my crown doesn't see me shot (faith)!