Posto 24h (part. Wesley Safadão)

The appetizer got cold
The beer got warm
The cigarette burned the tip of my finger
This party's over
My friends bailed
And the bar owner is closing up early

Where does my heart go at this time?
Any tough guy cries at this moment
Without her at my house, I don't feel good
I'm nobody without love and without booze

And the 24-hour gas station is the hangout for the abandoned
Look at me wasted, drinking for her
And people fueling up, heading to work

And the 24-hour gas station is the hangout for the abandoned
Look at me wasted, drinking for her
And people fueling up, heading to work

Where does my heart go at this time?
Any tough guy cries at this moment
Without her at my house, I don't feel good
I'm without love and without limits

And the 24-hour gas station is the hangout for the abandoned
Look at me wasted, drinking for her
And people fueling up, heading to work

And the 24-hour gas station is the hangout for the abandoned
Look at me wasted, drinking for her
And people fueling up, heading to work

And the 24-hour gas station is the hangout for the abandoned
Look at me wasted, drinking for her
And people fueling up, heading to work