Besteiras

Oh!
I feel the taste of victory with every step
Destined boy reaching his glory
They will applaud you outside, be careful, buddy
With your pains from the past, sing about your story
I don't stop, today everything is at risk
Share with the girls, fooling around in my room
Make me the protagonist, all well scripted
Old theater, we pretend to believe
That some part of your day

You will hear my voice singing in some house in your neighborhood
I remember my mother used to say: Stop being cheeky, son, you have swagger, be careful where you step
I need to say

They are just moments, passing the time
The truth is that deep down all this is about ego
Words in the wind, I'm a bit slow, huh
Sometimes a thought escapes, please don't take it seriously

They are just moments, passing the time
The truth is that deep down all this is about ego
Words in the wind, I'm a bit slow, huh
Sometimes a thought escapes, oh

Today I woke up feeling nostalgic, thinking about the past
The day started cloudy and suddenly the clouds disappeared
It's funny, it seems like God warns me
That the worst troubles in my life have succumbed
I'm spinning, driving a brand new car
I know it's all about ego, how long have I dreamed of this?
I know it will become a reason, for them to say I'm blind
Use my success to say I'm sold out
I'm with a hot black girl doing nonsense (ouch)
Talking nonsense, in the part where the city is actually wonderful
Where they closed the doors on me and don't expect me to be there (okay, okay)
I'm a hustler and a good hustler knows well what he aims for
And without remorse, because I know I can do anything
I know they will look me in the eyes wanting my head
I need to say (when we talk)

They are just moments, passing the time
The truth is that deep down all this is about ego
Words in the wind, I'm a bit slow, huh
Sometimes a thought escapes, please don't take it seriously
(When we talk)

They are just moments, passing the time
The truth is that deep down all this is about ego
Words in the wind, I'm a bit slow, huh
Sometimes a thought escapes, echoing