Eu Não Te Amo

You don't fool me
It's all superficial
It's all superficial
It's okay, oh
I don't love you

Because I walked around
Because I walked around
Collecting scars
Turning them into stones
That I raised into a wall
Between my heart and the razor's edge
For cutting the flesh
Of any scoundrel in the cold of battle

You don't fool me
It's all superficial
It's all superficial
It's okay, oh
I don't love you

And when I tell my story
You will love it
But you'll have to pay
And since I'm talking in dollars
There's no love
I want every cent
And when I'm way up high you will love
And hear my
I don't love you

[Don L]
And it's all superficial
If it's a lie, it doesn't matter, it's official
The good guy is the boy or the cop
The villain, a hero when he dies or is virtual
Not even the soundtrack is original
Everyone is Escobar now or a Tony
No one wants to be Beira-Mar
Or splash the blood
On your fake Gucci shirt, fake Don Corleone
Yeah, so you want to be gangsta rap
Posing with your skank in snaps
Because weed is so gangsta, right?
Everyone is a rock star
When the flashes arrive
And I left the northeast
Two years ago with a thirst to dry up Sabesp
Without a straw hat, nothing cliché and old
I came to take the game
Not to be an exotic doll
And fake a somewhat robotic accent
With a Buddha Zen talk
To suck well
Pay fifty to the samba king
If it's MPBoy the money comes
Like birds flying
Sticking to Leblon once in a while
To suck Lavigne
More than Athayde plans
In Caetano's hype sauna
But I don't love you

You don't fool me
It's all superficial
It's all superficial
It's okay, oh
Why I don't love you

And when I tell my story
You will love it
But you'll have to pay
And since I'm talking in dollars
Since I'm talking in dollars
Since I'm talking in dollars
There is love in SP

[Don L]
In the poison of passion
When you only accept the dream
When I was more of a foreigner here
Than I still am
And already felt that I didn't belong there either, you know?
Looking for freedom with what I had in hand
Crazy, crazy, crazy in those
In those streets that gave me my first flow
And still so alive in that
Me questioning
Oh, Lord
If romanticizing hate isn't love
And if dreams will resist
When adrenaline
Like in an accident
Is enough to annihilate the pain

[Diomedes Chinaski]
Friends turned into numbers
Friends turned into numbers
Friends turned into numbers
Playing the Diablo game
After triumph only graves rest in peace
Digão and Pablo
This isn't Netflix
Damn macabre game
Without overcoats and fancy suits
This emptiness hurts and the lack of everything affects faith
Sold in Egypt like Joseph
My baby I'll bring ten thousand for us
But tell me what are ten thousand for us
Ten thousand won't even buy a car
Ten thousand you invest in a Palio

[Don L]
In the poison of passion (in the poison, in the poison)
When I was more than I still am
In those streets that gave me my first flow
To annihilate the pain