Lápide (feat. Kant)

[Kant]
I can't smell
I can't feel love
And about who I am: Rumors
In my mind, rodents
Sometimes I feel like my life is a movie (oh shit)
But I don't know the authors
My demons authors (oh shit)

I brought disappointment home
On the same day my wife brought me flowers
Committing sin while I write praises
And for some special reason
Substances make me hear colors

Pains, make me feel alive
Living craziness captured in photos
While I criticize your poses
Treat me well? Don't you dare
Instead of roses, I bring you drugs
And sounds of guns n' roses (aaah)

To understand MC's with posture
Mikey mouse's
My past steps on me
And it wears a red nose
But I'm making money
A lot of money and it's not today
My worst turned into success
Until I find the next poker table

Inhaling the world's evil with a vaporizer
Fuck the haters, everyone points fingers
I aim back with a laser sight
Leaving the scene in chiocki
Without even carrying a taser

My love
Brought you flowers today
My love
Brought you flowers today
You won't be alone
On this tombstone

[Sid]
Forgive me, please
(Please, please)

I feel my life slipping through my fingers
Like sand in the hourglass
My decisions in luck like Russian roulette
Jump, my heart beats
Pure art, this life is a joke

Between a rock and a hard place
Depressions in a glass of cachaça
I drank just to pass the time
And this time made me very angry, really
Today I sing the drug that silences me

I live without a prescription
I don't know why you don't accept me
I saw the fruits of the harvest
Punching me in the face
This life is ungrateful
I had the fall of my ego
Softened by the attention everyone gave

Neediness, dependence is chemical
Acceptance, performance is mimetic
Depression, resolution is clinical
Indifferent, my cynical mind
Happiness is scenic art
Anger and tonic water

Then take it
Swallow my hatred like the boss's syrup
Like you pushed your opinion on me
Today I am free and I'm freeing crowds
No matter the circumstance
It will matter if it's from the heart

Life is a movie, camera and action
My ideas are so new
That you put them out of circulation
You are the monster of this crowd
You don't find me good, but in fact
(Kant: It turned out awesome, bro!)

My love
Brought you dead flowers
My love
Brought you dead flowers
You won't be alone
On this tombstone