Sem Essa De Malandro Agulha

If I could, I would stop pretending
But I guarantee it would go wrong
When I open my 'lero meriti'
To say that I'm from Marechal

I hate farofa and parati
My dream is to shine in soccer
Because I live 'durango' the whole year
But aiming to taste caviar

I'm sharp, fit, and a pagodeiro
I go all out if the girl messes up
In the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro
Riding the wave is for those who can swim

Trickery
Look, I'm not a needle trickster
I seem crazy about blondes
In the crowd with a muggy sauce

Youth
I'm after this thing called my space
I'll carve out a sun for myself on this beach
There's a piece that's mine in your pudding