Filosofia de Boteco

Two glasses of vodka and a glass of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Two glasses of vodka and a glass of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!

Looking at the clock, ten to six, again, every month
Accompanied by the rooster while it sings
It's no use to change, turned around speaking English (what the fuck bitch)
I blame at least three
Friend who gets up, wakes up forgets about work
Calls me, I don't answer the damn thing
Shows up at home and pulls me out
Starts with beer, healthier than Fanta
I drink, yeah, it's the fault of whoever made me with a throat
And so it begins to warm up, feed, malice increases
Desire, you already know surrender to the one who enchants you
Quick chat, no legend
Understand me that the best thing we do is in another room
Remember the things for the ninja that you said about money
Since I don't know where I am and not even how you're called
The last one was in the middle, in the smoking there's filling
The important thing at the moment is just to keep the glass full

Two glasses of vodka and a glass of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Two glasses of vodka and a glass of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Two liters of vodka and a liter of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Ten liters of vodka and five of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!

Without neurosis, and without stress
Until it closes, she doesn't leak, she makes the test clear
So have another one, my man, that one is already in my plan
Is it hard to get there? Hard is to freestyle in Korean
I get tired, profane talk in every corner of the home
Drunk and accompanied I see myself out of the bar
If you lack a condom, you even think about refusing
But not with her excited begging you to sit
This is not a sip my plans
Two insane sips, three sips, your damages
The drunks swallow you that run through the years
There's time they test my faith
But we're standing, I'm like a rag
We try, we flow, without fuss, son of a bitch
I go like a punch in the spleen in space follows the conduct
Listen, without dispute, kick out internal gossip
Scoundrel a toast, and let the legs open!

Two glasses of vodka and a glass of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Two glasses of vodka and a glass of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Two liters of vodka and a liter of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Ten liters of vodka and five of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!

Without neurosis and without stress
Vagabond style, scoundrel style
For those who don't invest, act naturally
Endure the session, if you can't handle the boldalha then don't take the test
It doesn't fail, doesn't want to create a battle
Don't wear the hood, it's just a punch in the face, scrape!
It's me and two more in the search
I've seen that the prey is easy, let's see if they have the courage to go squeezed in a Beetle
It doesn't matter to me, anyway, I'm fine
It's the man who's no good or the woman who likes iiihhhh
What a shame
The girls traded the brawling kid who works out all day
For the skinny baggy clothes guy who smokes weed
I stood out with one, I had already passed three
We stopped to buy a drink and she made it
She asked if I was hungry
Oh for God's sake, you can pay for a McDonald's if you want, my love

Two glasses of vodka and a glass of whisky
(Mine is number one with large fries and coke too)
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Two liters of vodka and a liter of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!
Ten liters of vodka and five of whisky
Scoundrel, scoundrel scoundrel, a toast!

(That I drank drank, but that I have conditions, I have!
I live right here, from here to there, ready)