Plano B

[Raillow]
Two steps I looked in the mist
Hey man, lift your shirt and turn
Russian roulette spins
Two more steps
And it snows up there (huf)
She's going down the gate
While the dogs were barking
See the sweaty .38, the misty sky
While the boys traffic
Movement, industry
Money multiplies in several
Packages in the drawer, and the safe behind
Frida Kahlo's painting
Marlboro increases and, for a change
Stopped in São Gonçalo
And the bills stapled in the bank
As if nothing in the bank
Two guys chilling
In a bulletproof C4 Pallas
I went up smoking one in Vidigal
Brought two for me
And 2 for Np vocal

ZL boils the nerve, black blood
Another traditional day in São Paulo
Everything's normal
And I heard in the dead of night that silences
Space disputes and the tallest building tagged
Covering the closed sky of this corner
From Guadalajara
And I felt life stopping
All the stories that passed by
A reason, a holocaust nation, race traces
Lose track of passing time
Messing with the guys, the charge with the glock in the face
(Lie, no one gets involved here)
Cynicism, money laundering, expensive information
Information not so clear
Cars and the hottest women
Drugs and wasted money
Opinions and a damn bad taste
And the most you have in the account in a letter, buddy
Fake companies, 14 pharmacies
Money warehouse and some cattle in the pasture
My son playing with a toy gun
And on the phone, I'm on the line with a conservative
Because easy has never been easy, buddy
The street is there, the snakes are there in the world
Surrounded by a thousand men without words
At an advanced table where everything is discussed
World plan, Africa restoration
Without drawing attention through the city of Tucson
A monthly deal for the dirty uniform
And the chat with these worms
My money sums up

I love my wife
But I'm going to Australia
Two kisses on the forehead
My love and take care
But in two days
You come over there, yes
It's just not to chill because
The hustle is us together
Street out house
Room 100 is the inn
Don't be late and make sure you look great
And the cops didn't understand the move
When I forged a suitcase
With a book by Lucas
Current boyfriend of my ex-girlfriend
Who is now being approached
At the airport in Vancouver
Let's see this shit live this farce
In the middle of the war, it's everybody don't move
Buy a .22 and leave it in your pants pocket
Doubling bets on my misleading letter
Or run to the forest, without this ego that kills
Without the weak flesh with love and health
But looking from up here, this world is nothing
And there's nothing I can do to change that
The trash, the luxury, the mud, the areas
Love calms down, lights up and smokes
Looking at what we achieved from the rooftop
Suite class and attitudes
For the brothers who stayed on the way home
A toast to them before we both freak out
But looking from up here, this world is nothing
And there's nothing I can do to change that
Today my life is expensive in the square
But before they find us
We've already stopped far away
Was it worth it?
That's not the question
Suicide is closer
And before they listen
Fire in the gunpowder, and may God help us

And I know all this madness will still kill me
And this torture of living like this will drive me crazy
Danger called us both to dance together
And the time that made money
Also made love die
I could blame you for all of this
But no, I threw myself into the mistake with you!
Our fights always so enjoyable
In bed or at the bar
But no, dying for us was plan B