Baobab (feat. Escoberito)

I think it was because of an interview
I don’t remember where or that dude
I told him I became an artist
To avoid waking up early and getting up soon
It’s not that I come from a smart family
Until we die, we hustle
I put all my dreams on a list
Hit the Oscar and we got organized
We said: Do we want it? Let’s do it
But damn, these people get scared
We decided to live with less
But always doing what we love the most
That over time became what you love the most
A lot of van rides and trains in Santa Justa
Does it bother you? My bad
Half of what I earn goes to fines
I’m not saying to do nothing, no way
But to be in the military, I’d rather sell kebabs
I sell hams with baobab extract
I advocate for creativity
Don’t take it too hard
It’ll mess you up and then you’ll cause drama
If I see it’s too tense, I confess
It’s not work when you do what you love

I’m thinking about getting out of here
It’s all cozy in the morning in bed
It feels eternal putting up with you
You’ll want me to deal with your drama
I’m thinking about getting out of here
It’s all cozy in the morning in bed
It feels eternal putting up with you
You’ll want me to deal with your drama

Zatu, kids are listening to this
They’ll say: I don’t know what’s wrong with him
Nothing new, I’ve dragged it since I was a kid
I lost interest when I was forced the most
The old horse can’t be saddled
Or who can handle it for being superior
If they don’t ask me to shine, I do it better
I can’t stand being yelled at
Or my buddies stabbing me in the back
No one gets promoted, what are they chasing?
Zombies come, they eat you alive like in 'Alive!'
Do they work what they write?
What did I want to do when I grew up?
Hand it over to another rapper the [?]
Open a hip-hop museum
And tell the kids: I was there
What was fought and battled
The one who stands tall, the one who left and got messed up
The one who didn’t like anything and never shut up
And now they write: I want to be you when I grow up

I want to be you when I grow up, I want to be you when I grow up
Now they write me on Twitter: Zatu, I want to be you when I grow up
I want to be you when I grow up, I want to be you when I grow up
Now they write me on Twitter: Zatu, I want to be you when I grow up

I’m thinking about getting out of here
It’s all cozy in the morning in bed
It feels eternal putting up with you
You’ll want me to deal with your drama
I’m thinking about getting out of here
It’s all cozy in the morning in bed
It feels eternal putting up with you
You’ll want me to deal with your drama

I want to be happy
I-want-to-be—
I-want-to-be-happy, not feel accepted
I want to be happy
I-want-to-be—
I-want-to-be-happy, not feel accepted
I-want-to-be—
I-want-to-be—
I-want-to-be-happy
I-want-to-be—
I-want-to-be—
I-want-to-be-happy