CARTA PRA MIM MESMA
Duquesa
LETTER TO MYSELF
Yeah
My angel pulling my leg
My life pulling my ear
Money coming my way
I don't want to be seen
Love, when you find me
Just kiss me
Everything happens so fast
I'm tired of being quick
But this isn't so easy
They only know what I post
I always think the opposite
Shining more around my neck
Making it slow down
A bottle of wine
This city is cold
Oh, how I miss the sun
And how I miss the kids
It was on purpose, for a purpose
Last year I died too
But I'm strong for the next one
Loving my neighbor more
Declaring war
To those I don't make partners
Friends aside, business is always business
Graduated in the tests I cheat
Doing a rodeo where I play
If they ask if I'll ever be rich
You say: Well, of course
Time owns the hustle
The hustle doesn't let me be gentle
They don't know a code
I hate business trips
Slow down, slow down, slow down
I can't do what you ask me, yeah, hum
Little time to make you understand
I know well what I like to do
It's too little time to exist and be
Highs going towards
All this doesn't make my eyes shine
It's my gift that enriches my pocket
Even if I spend, it comes back
Me wanting a hit, hit
God protect me from hate, hate
I sleep on the day of the date, date
It's that they are so alike, so
They are so alike, I'm not
Oh, my daughter, I wish you all the best
May the Lord fulfill all your dreams
Your projects
Protect you from everything, all evil
In the name of Jesus, amen
Slow down, slow down, slow down
I can't do what you ask me, yeah, hum
Little time to make you understand
I know well what I like to do
It's too little time to exist and be
Highs going towards
All this doesn't make my eyes shine
It's my gift that enriches my pocket
Even if I spend, it comes back