Dói (feat. NIKITO)

Leaned on me and got chills all over
I felt like Static Shock
You mess with me and I hate that
I think I have OCD
Trappers don't speak their feelings
Just make music to trend on TikTok
Couldn't die three years ago
Because I didn't have a Glock
Even falling, I'm still a star
It won't be my year
I won't get out of the mud
Listen to me singing
In the crowd, no one hears my screams
But I'm screaming
Didn't even want this fame
Always smoking
I'm not Jesus, but I make my water colorful
I'm radical like Kick Buttowski
I do push-ups while listening to Mitski
Kebrada Boyz genius like Donda
Goth girls sniff more than Maradona
I'll crush you like an accordion
I arrived shooting, listening to Rihanna
I feel like the Restart of this generation
I need to start over
That's why I'll roll another one
Smoke and smoke and smoke and smoke
51 thoughts in my mind
51 rolled joints
51 filling my cup
51 bitch by my side
Smoke in my window
See me sad lying on the bed
Notice by the glow of my screen
Didn't want to leave my place
Watching me make my tracks
Doesn't care if I cry a little
It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts
When I sing everything I feel (wait, wait)

Lost for a few months, I found my source, all the power
I tear your screen
Throw power through the speaker
Call me a furious boom
Wash that bite soon or it's forever
For the love I left, it spoiled, wasn't watered
Screwed up, it's more me
I'll release another mixtape, I'll sell my pain
I'll switch tracks
She sees me and twerks
Just woke up, what do I think
Weed
Reading YouTube comments
Quick and tactical not to hurt myself
Run
Seventeen, three, eight, notes on point
As if I had disappeared, found gold
And changed my course slowly, slowly
It won't be my year
It won't be anyone else's if I tell my plan
Labrae, like a radical boom
To dance Adrenalink, sensual babe
There will be several lit shows
In the end, my dick
Underground joint was so surreal
What I did last Christmas
Another poor day passes naturally dark
I'll plant a plantation if the green stays normal
I don't answer lying in the living room
Take trap if I release an album
Put aside, take it off
Loses its charm
Take the picture, I ask, keep it down
Remember that smoke in the window
Became a tag case on my key
It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts
When I sing everything I feel