300 Celular (part. João Bosco e Vinícius)

I drink abandoned with pleasure
If I don't drink, I suffer
There's a bottle on the table
And in my cell phone there's a new SIM card
Ready to be blocked by her

When she hears my voice
She hangs up on me
When I call again
It goes straight to voicemail
But I insist a little more
Then I call from other people's phones

There are about 300 cellphones in this party for me to call you
And one by one you'll have to block
It'll be like a bank collection
You refuse and I call again
I just want to hear your hello
Stop calling, you crazy