40 Metros

Once again, just to state that nothing is stated
The evidence is hovering in the mind
Seeing the guy at the touch of the ship: Pull over!
Our evolution leaves them dissatisfied

Hand on head and fingers intertwined
Are you coming or going where? Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Documents okay, I'm licensed
One more reason to see them rant

I won't even mention that I sing and live off funk
The smell of kunk present in the X6
Everything is a reason for them to stir up trouble
I go against the flow, a black Japa-

The 4 doors open, everything turned upside down
They ask: Can you keep up from there?
I'm on alert mode, of course, worried
Several of my friends, framed, I saw fall

Messing with both plates, poking around the engine
They find nothing, they'll have to let me go
Then I pull the gang: See you later, doctor!
I turn on the music and open the sunroof (I remembered)

That cool one, stashed away
Hidden in the sock, they didn't even notice
I moved about 40 meters and poof!
I made it smoke
The breeze lightly soothes
The car glides, the sound system at full blast
I head to the big party, where
Today things will get wild

That cool one, stashed away
Hidden in the sock, they didn't even notice
I moved about 40 meters and poof!
I made it smoke
The breeze lightly soothes
The car glides, the sound system at full blast
I head to the big party, where
Today things will get wild

I head to the big party, where
Today things will get wild