Leões

[Kayuá]
The jungle is yours, right?
My area?
It's just an amusement park
We are kings

[Sant]
Moreover, I'm too much for your backyard
I always have been, but now you've recognized it
But it's not by chance that you'll be saved because
It was all planned until the fact happened
Moreover, I'm too much for your backyard
I always have been, RAWR, now you've just realized
It's not by chance that you'll be saved because
It was all mapped out, in the lions' plans

[Kayuá]
And time doesn't stop, like a taxi driver for us
Ironic, you speak Sant Tzu swallowing tears to prevent
Where others' fear opens the appetite like a tonic
If only antipathy, we forgot how to smile
Listen to the praise, coming from the drums, brown is the role
You know my color
Hunter for fun or mere instinct
Thirst for red blood, red wine, masking what I feel
Subject man, beyond what I carry below the belt
Analyze, don't question the obvious, I want a reason
That is not emotional to keep me sober
From this theaterless tragedy, don't understand, just feel
Girl mother at 15, grandparents at 30
Lions of the north, your emotion is dinner for our delight
Ice in the drink is warm next to my chest
What matters is the drink served, not the shape of the glass
But first a female with a butt than false promises
And the mind brings to light what I don't see with my pupils
Fear? Only of those I see in the mirror
Rude posture, when I roar the rest of the savannah falls silent
And the hyenas here, only eat what they speak

[Sant]
And moreover, I'm too much for your backyard
I always have been, now you've recognized it
But it's not by chance that you'll be saved because
It was all planned until the fact happened
And moreover, I'm too much for your backyard
I always have been, RAWR, now you've just realized
It's not by chance that you'll be saved because
It was all mapped out, in the lions' plans

I, my rival
I fight against my self-pressure
For how much frustration fits in a heart, huh?
For the lion, tragedy is lunch
I became neck meat, bone
With time in the jungle what saves me is my poems
In this uproar world, what I seek at the bottom of the well at dawn
Follows the limbo, I lick my own dick
You will never have what I envision
You will only take it on your back
I remember when everything was ours
Free like Cuba
Salute to the kings
And don't touch my mane, hey
My beliefs brought divine blessings in me
Deserving ones will live and let it come
They will see who I've always been, may this sound never end
Every grain, every ground, every front, satin line
What separates no from yes
Life composed, duality, me alone with myself
Imprisoned to freedom, the price I don't value
I want to be a ghost, see Miguel born and be your ectoplasm
If I don't lose Selena, maybe breaking chains would still be worth it, today only hyenas remain, in the feast of my pack, restoring command without reason to smile
Lions