CLAREOU

Wow
Yeah, motherfucker
What's up, Clarence?
I'm always on the track
My strength is my business card
I know your nights and days
Don't act like I'm a tourist
You know I'm more futuristic
Man, I don't sleep with socks on
In the car, listening to Quinto Vigia
Back then I used and sold, I don't say sold
Considering that's where I spread magic
Life really spins like a Beyblade
I kill those vampires like Blade
Cold joke, Coldplay
There's only coconut in coconut trees and
You're acting like a palm tree

You'll never see me idle
I'm always climbing the hill
I'm always getting down to business
Either you hate me, I've already contaminated your life

I'm not your servant, creature
I swear, I saw four police cars
Today's tactic is dictatorship
In practice, only us are on the street
My salary is how much we sweat, fly
Without warning, just a sticker that says: Wi-Fi
At least I can still fly
But what do you want from me? I want more
If it's not in my way, it doesn't matter

Cleared up, let me see the day
I was already here living the day, when the day cleared up
Cleared up, let me see the day
I was already here living the day, when the day cleared up (cleared up)

I don't like these rare ideas
Sin generates war, misery
Babylon, Tarzan in the middle of the forest
Bitter was the jungle, but money buys Sazon
Case, I lost my house playing Tazo
I have the whole suit wrinkled
Only with what fits in my pocket
I leave your supermarket
She loves me, I'm super gifted
Stupid, I have economic intelligence
Our group is serious, yours is like the Monica Gang
This head here is bionic
You play with my dreams
But our connection is ionic
Music has Veronica
Latin or Germanic, African
Anglo-Saxon, everyone has an anonymous life
That's why I publish ironically
A text all in Comic Sans
We want AR-15, Uncle Sam
Salami is not sassami filet
I want to be a madam's son
No one will leave me more hungry
It's easier for me to set fire to the money
It's a white shirt like CJ in Los Santos
Boyz-N-The-Hood, always a reference, niggas and gang
I work with a different kind of banner
Multiply this bread from the meal kit
Spicy like a Chicano Chile
Money is now more than samba
That's why I went alone to Sampa
Yeah, maybe it's not really about money
You are the one who dreams
I'm Madame Cassandra's son
I'm Palmares resisting the hunt
Putting the ball right in the pocket
Taking blood from this bottle
I'm in the land of cachaça, brawl
Capoeira at work is free

Cleared up, let me see the day (let me see the day)
I was already here living the day, when the day cleared up (cleared up)
Cleared up, let me see the day (let me see the day)
I was already here living the day, when the day cleared up (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Cleared up, let me see the day
I was already here living the day, when the day cleared up
Cleared up, let me see the day
I was already here living the day, when the day cleared up