Desculpa Doutor

I was at home
And she called me on WhatsApp
Wanting to go to Mandela
Her mother hates me
Her father wants me in jail
And I want her heart

Her father is annoying
Lawyer, in a suit
And doesn't want to see me with her
Sorry, doctor
It's not my fault if she likes the favela

I saw from afar that she won me in the group
Because I was full of money
Asked my name
Got high on my Juliette
In my dreadlocks
Full of intention, she took my hand
Took me to the hallway of the house
Drank from my glass
Smoked my joint
She fell in love with the hood
Every Friday she called me on the little radio
Wanting to go out with me
Where are you?
Sorry, beautiful, I'm on the grind
I'll call you back and talk to you later

(Oooh)
Stole my heart
(Oooh)
Love from jail or prison
(Oooh)
Sinister favela
Your family hates me
What can I do if I'm from the streets?

(Oooh)
Stole my heart
(Oooh)
Love from jail or prison
(Oooh)
Sinister favela
Your family hates me
What can I do if I'm from the streets?

And at the baile
I bumped into my friends
They wanted a photo with me
She knew she was already in love
And with me, there's danger
I'm from the big hill
She's trouble
That's not good and you know it
If the old man finds out
I'm behind bars
She told me
It's cool in the wee hours
And she likes adventure
The day broke
My buddy called me
The cops are there at your place

(Oooh)
Stole my heart
She's 157
And I'm the one who looks like a thief
(Oooh)
Sinister favela
Your family hates me
What can I do if I'm from the streets?

(Oooh)
Stole my heart
(Oooh)
Love from jail or prison
(Oooh)
Sinister favela
Your family hates me
What can I do if I'm from the streets?

Sorry, doctor