Bora Ser (feat. Chris MC & Xamã)

[Filipe Ret]
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

[Filipe Ret & Chris MC]
She in this style gave me a bug
Jacket with spikes, she is a world
Crazy can't be explained, crazy confuses
But my depth doesn't let me be shallow
Green head, made, strong like the Hulk
She loves me, she comments and likes
Forever labeled as a scoundrel, rude
I'll change the world before the world changes me
Favela vibe
Love, I'm like this because I was born in war
The faction is green, green, green like grass
Today the troop is mine, I'll die for her
Many stayed behind, that's life, it goes on
While what comes out of the president's mouth always stinks
Unfortunately, those who defend, we call them worms from here
Get the vision to grow, it's the trick of those who don't lose
Ah, the system blinds
But not even in the worst phase do we despair
Veteran in resistance, smoking 24/7
I'll die fighting, I'll never surrender
Oh, New performance, pleasure
I know many will never understand me
I'm not rich for what I have (yeah-eah)
I'm rich for what I no longer need to have (ahn, eh)

[Chris MC]
Let's be, let's be
Free without cliché
I learned from your signs
Loving the way you do things
She would call me listening to Tudubom Sessions
Here what doesn't end in a fight ends in sex
Enchanted by the way she moves
Her nakedness is like a goal by Marta assisted by Messi
Hot like a river
She loves every time I laugh
Bright like BH on any cold Sunday
Blessed with what I have and say
The greatest wealth is feeling alive
Get out of the bubble and look
Out here, how the world is now
Also, a non-convicted anarchist
Following orders only from intuition, that's my greatest asset
About me looking for you
To be a plural of one
About discovering that we only need each other
We live much better, yeah

[Xamã]
Call me home to smoke a good joint
Call me, wake me up, want to talk and all
Hotel California, motel in Vidigal
Paris, Milan, your curves like Fittipaldi
Dream of Valsa
I brought you chocolate, put it in my pants
I got caught with my fake shirt
I'm not worth much, but I love you for free
Neither wine nor glass, your cachaça
Take me to Miami, hey
Only if it's Madureira, love
I'll bring you a new baby doll
You'll be hanging out, damn
Already sorted on the card, story
Let's put together a million dollars
'Cause I already have a million flows
I'll give you the flying check
I'm like Molejão, my flower
I swear, I want your love, hey
Street vendor with styrofoam on the back, at the beach
Sagacious in the answers, I'm not from your clique
It's been so long since I've seen you
I'll sleep when it's dawn
In mine, in yours, in that revelry, at Oscar Niemeyer's
On the bus in a skirt, salty from the beach
Whirlwind of pleasure
How long has it been since I've seen you
Hey, hey ahn
It's been so long since I've seen you, ah