Rolê no Tempo

All day in the alley
I count on my fingers, the partners who came to warn me
To tell me, do you think your life is to traffic?
The praying woman passes through my mind

Your knee hurts from so much praying
Mother can pray, soon I will leave this life
I was born to succeed in life
Today listening to my new Funk in the ship
Thinking about the rush
Oh, those days when I was craving

I'm thinking about building a machine
Taking a ride back in time
Greetings to all loyal from the hood
Who since childhood knows what they're doing

Those who have passed away are just tears
Falling from my face, let the bleeding
Rosinha, Chico, you guys kill me
Longing in my heart is beating

I see ten thousand enemies in danger
If the talk is, just sorry
And on the right, fifteen more pretend to be Judas
It's Guina's moment

Who is promising to the hood
The cure for the virus, and it's not happening
Bolsonaro is a bullet, killing the people, pretending not to see
Killing the people, I'll get you with a bullet

There will be a burst of words in the chest
That every dream you're playing
Will come back to you in a nightmare
God bless our routine, God bless
I ask for peace to guide my family, who is healing the pains

Remembering that there are many wounds left
Remembering that I traded glass for flowers
My microphone points to your mind
The word tears like a twelve-gauge bullet

It's because I came from the favela
Sick because in childhood I always walked barefoot
Greetings Dale Capela, NK, MC Lon, Daleste, always inspired
Another kid from the pure-hearted, sick kit is growing

But how about launching the new Mizuno
The Lacoste polo, the beautiful hair standing up
Throw the Horneteira tank, I want to see
The one in front jumping

Raise the windows of the Jaguar so no one sees
Inside there are joints
Today the rain will be of Don Pérignon
Get out of here, envious one
Pull the ring, Dior throws in the perfume of the young millionaire

Today she wants affection
But in the past she didn't want to give
Today she throws her pussy at my Funk show
Surely today she wants to date my Jaguar
Dreamer hoodlum, dreaming I was a trafficker

All day in the alley
I count on my fingers, the partners who came to warn me
To tell me, do you think your life is to traffic?
The praying woman passes through my mind
Your knee hurts from so much praying
Mother can pray, soon I will leave this life

I'm thinking about building a machine
Taking a ride back in time
Greetings to all loyal from the hood
Who since childhood knows what they're doing

Those who have passed away are just tears
Falling from my face, let the bleeding
Rosinha, Chico, you guys kill me
Longing in my heart is beating