Sou Alaska II (feat. Cynthia Luz)

So wake up the pain
Do not fear death, that's the game
The game, the sweat of the body
They're selling love
Things of silence
Things I don't even remember anymore

Wake up the pain
Do not fear death, that's the game
The game, the sweat of the body
They're selling love
Things of silence
Things I don't even remember anymore

Hey, Froid, write a book about this
You're making history
Spit in the face, speak bluntly
Yeah, try to change this shit
Fuck the closeted, fuck the enemies
Fuck the record labels
They don't understand lust and desire
Man, your head is a calculator

I've always been terrible at math
Until I started buying your clothes
You didn't even have ethics in school
You were turned on by your teacher

I fucked up my whole life
It doesn't matter spending all my money
Baby, you can be all mine
Your shine in the soul is greater than the jewel

Evil crawls, it has scales, it's a snake
Betrayal comes from those who support you the most
Vivid colors in cold scenes
The Snowstorm by Francisco Goya

Shit is tough, it precipitates and floats
Talks a lot, sounding like a mother-in-law
We're swimming in notes
And my uncle Judi just wanted a Voyage!

So wake up the pain
Do not fear death, that's the game
The game, the sweat of the body
They're selling love
Things of silence
Things I don't even remember anymore

Wake up the pain
Do not fear death, that's the game
The game, the sweat of the body
They're selling love
Things of silence
Things I don't even remember anymore

(Uh) positive test, bro
(Uh) what am I gonna do with this?
(Uh) how am I gonna have a child, bro?
Right at that moment, my dad disappeared

(Uh) childhood without Hot Wheels
Son, your dad is rich
It's not your fault
You have nothing to do with it!
Get out of the hole your dad fell into!

I didn't ask, I just went in
I think I penetrated
All wet, didn't say anything
After I heard the OK

At the top of the Empire State
Man, I'm not bourgeois
I hate that USA flow, but I used it
To prove to these guys
That I do this shit better than them

Unhumble, I prefer you futile
But someone unplugged the wire
Short-circuiting, bro, I'm sorry
No hard feelings, I don't feel cold

Not that I don't have a good side
Or that I don't have a bad side
You don't even have to like me
Just pretend I'm not here

Man, she loves to dance for me
I dance a lot like MC Marcim
Love, we're rich like
Audacity is our destiny
We're gonna die alone

Fucking, sharing a joint
Always on the edge
Since 2015
Fucking with trap
And making your rap look like trash!

So wake up the pain
Do not fear death, that's the game
The game, the sweat of the body
They're selling love
Things of silence
Things I don't even remember anymore

Wake up the pain
Do not fear death, that's the game
The game, the sweat of the body
They're selling love
Things of silence
Things I don't even remember anymore