AmarElo (Sample: Sujeito de Sorte - Belchior) (feat. Pabllo Vittar e Majur)
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AmarElo (Sample: Lucky Guy - Belchior) (feat. Pabllo Vittar and Majur)
Currently I can consider myself
A lucky guy
Because despite being very young
I feel safe and strong
And I have been thinking
God is Brazilian and walks by my side
And so I can't suffer from last year
I have bled too much
I have cried a lot
Last year I died
But this year I won't die
I have bled too much
I have cried a lot
Last year I died
But this year I won't die
Last year I died
But this year I won't die
Last year I died
But this year I won't die
I dream higher than drones
Fuel of my kind? Hunger
To tear up like a cyclone (understand?)
So that tomorrow is not just a yesterday with a new name
The vulture hovers, eager for the fall (unlucky)
End of resentment, bro, I'm more than this shit (much more)
Body, mind, soul, one, like Ayurveda
Water style, I run in the middle of the stones
In the plot, all the murky drama, I am a playwright
Calls to move away from the mud while inflaming the world
Without melodrama, I seek money, this is a course of hosanna
Capulanas, catanas, seeking Nirvana is the resource
It's a dog-eat-dog world for us, losing is not an option, right?
From where the wind turns, straight talk sprouts
I don't leave it alone, there's no way to leave it alone
The goal is to leave those who laughed at us homeless (uh)
I have bled too much (uh)
I have cried a lot
Last year I died
But this year I won't die (this year I won't die)
I have bled too much
I have cried a lot
Last year I died
But this year I won't die (Belchior was right)
Last year I died (hey)
But this year I won't die (yeah)
Lucky sticker, glow in the dark
From the slum, loose
With a cap, top of the hill, and all the buddies
From piece in the lining and the worst impulses
Only me and God know what it is to have nothing, to be expelled
I put lines in the world, but I wanted to put them on my wrist
Without the dough, our life is not worth that of a dog, sad
Today Early was not a hit
It was a cry for help
Bro, resentment is like a tumor, poisons the root
Where the audience only wants to be happy (be happy)
With an aerial presence
Where the latest trend is depression with the appearance of holidays
Grandma says: Hating the devil is a big ox (big ox)
Hard is living in hell, and it comes to light
That the same scoundrel empire that doesn't take you seriously
Interferes to knock you out (retaliate)
I have bled too much (uh)
I have cried a lot (yeah, yeah)
Last year I died (hey)
But this year I won't die (ah, ah, ah)
I have bled too much (too much)
I have cried a lot (ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn)
Last year I died
But this year I won't die (but this year I won't die)
Last year I died (oh) (go)
But this year I won't die
Let me speak, not my scars
They are supporting actors, no, better, extras
Who shouldn't even be here
Let me speak, not my scars
So much pain steals our voice, you know what's left of us?
Targets walking around
Let me speak, not my scars (oh)
If this is about experience, to reduce me to survival (oh)
Is to steal the little good I lived
Finally, let me speak, not (no) my scars (oh)
Thinking that these woes define me is the worst of crimes
It's giving the trophy to our tormentor and making us disappear
I have bled too much (I said)
I have cried a lot (it's my Sun that invades the cell)
Last year I died (hey)
But this year I won't die (ah, ah, ah, ah)
I have bled too much (too much)
I have cried a lot (more important than ever)
Last year I died (but then?)
But this year I won't die
I have bled too much (uh)
I have cried a lot (the street is us)
Last year I died (and what?)
But this year I won't die
I have bled too much (go)
I have cried a lot (uh)
Last year I died
But this year I won't die
(Laboratório Fantasma)
Hey, thug
Hey, thug girl
Lift your head up (come)
Wipe those tears, okay? (It's you)
Take a deep breath
And start running again (go)
You will get out of this prison (uh-huh)
You will go after that diploma
With the fury of the beauty of the Sun, you understand? (That's it)
Do it for us
Do this for us (go)
I'll see you on the podium
Last year I died
But this year I won't die