Sou Tão Louco Às Vezes

Welcome to my poem
If today were the last day of your life
And you had reheated coffee as company
A gray sky, some things no one wants to think about
Would you rob a bank? A heart?
Would you drive to the end of the road listening to AC/DC
And then the screen would go dark, and it's over
Damn!
Life is not a movie
If you're hearing this
It's because something in my speech seduces you
Maybe it's my Scorpio instinct
Or just a creative way to sell ideas
But I'm responsible for what I say
Not for what you understand!
Welcome to my world

I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months

There are guys over there
Sniffing Vick, full of tics
I had to run away in a Civic
Listening to Speed Freaks time stopped
When I robbed the bank she looked at me and said she wanted me
And said: Baby please, step on it, the cop's nose is full of coke
I'm in the game, miss Daisy
The other kids have already disappeared from doing
There's twenty more minutes of life, darling, hit a joint

I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months

In the favela, fashion week
Vidigal overlooking the sea, I went down to the bandit beach
Moto BA MC screwed up never made a hit
I love rap, but I don't expect you to believe
Baby, you kill me every time the beat drops
What are you going to do next summer?
If you're going to take me somewhere where no one
Screams louder than the barrel of my gun
Lowercase
Zé Pequeno
We're even
Life imitates fiction
And it's kind of low, has limitless poison
And she threw the gun on the counter
And said
I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months
I'm so crazy sometimes for months

I'm going to drift away
Listening to Fifty, not Taylor Swift
Smoking a gift and a keef that the country boy brought from California
Go to the back of Christ the Redeemer's statue at the rap house and ask the rats who tell my story
Look at other people's girls to see if my crew won't explode
There are about ten and a few
I know we sin in a not very discreet way, friend
But life is crazy
And I'm aiming to kiss your lips