1100 Cegonhas

Sleeves look sideways
Because I made a portfolio without oil in the scooter
What I wrote was a joke
And if the paperwork ended
The desk was written with the pen
I have a neighbor with a breakdown
Spends life in the nightlife
Doesn't remember if she grabbed the white or black
I'm sending the props
To my Bruno the thinnest
So thin he would disappear if he stepped on a gutter
You'll say it's sponsorship that I don't buy, they just give me
But I'm looking at some new sneakers to buy and you
You're clinging to the pot and you're below the rank
And seeing that Marilu has a penis
You're stupid and you don't get it
You're waiting to smoke it
You're next to roll it up and pass it to the monsieur
Write it down in your notebook
You'll never become a king of the jungle
The one who catches gonorrhea with gnus
Loud voice is a fado singer if you look
Back you'll remember the time
When you talked about that guy
You'll see me in the magazine
With flip-flops and shorts and a t-shirt bought from Zezito the Gypsy
Come eat from my plate
When it's a fat fish
I know you crow but there are those who shorten your rein
I'm a bit scatterbrained if you see me at altitudes
I'm forgetting the time when the journey was a tragedy

They light the cord
People hanging even held by a thread
They light the cord
Eleven hundred storks shamelessly asking
If what I smoke is good honey

People hanging even held by a thread
They light the cord
Eleven hundred storks shamelessly asking
If what I smoke is good honey
(If what I smoke is good)

You didn't have fingers to count
The wrinkles of the faces I saw (I don't have them anymore, no)
I used to keep strength in the drawer
But I never lost it
You see the look of someone who always wants to achieve
When you look at me
I feel you're angry
I feel you have

Everything in its time goes
And everything in its time falls
And everything in its time comes
My neighborhood is fundamental
Not everything bad comes for evil
Not everything good comes for good
If you want to see double, then enter the mansion
Wipe your feet on my carpet and welcome to Jamaica
Without a tick in the ear, look closely at the dog
If I lived on the moon, I would have likes from Laika
Boy believe it or not
I have a blinded view but don't doubt
I know what my pocket contains
You see fireworks in the mountains
If I have the farm surrounded by intruders
Wash your mouth when you talk about someone
And whoever leads you to a bad life goes through a narrow path
Leaves jail on bail and you stay in the reed bed
In the whole neighborhood rule number 1 is the word trust
But no one hangs sneakers on the clothesline
Dillaz Fucking MC

They light the cord
People hanging even held by a thread
They light the cord
Eleven hundred storks shamelessly asking
If what I smoke is good honey

People hanging even held by a thread
They light the cord
Eleven hundred storks shamelessly asking
If what I smoke is good honey
(If what I smoke is good)

I know what my pocket contains
Wash your mouth when you talk about someone