AmarElo (Sample: Sujeito de Sorte - Belchior) (part. Pabllo Vittar e Majur)

Right now, I can say I’m
A lucky guy
Because even though I’m young
I feel healthy, safe, and strong
And I’ve been thinking
God is Brazilian and walks by my side
So I can’t suffer like I did last year

I’ve bled too much
I’ve cried like a dog
Last year I died
But this year I won’t die

I’ve bled too much
I’ve cried like a dog
Last year I died
But this year I won’t die

Last year I died
But this year I won’t die
Last year I died
But this year I won’t die

I dream higher than drones
What fuels me? Hunger
To tear it up like a cyclone (you get it?)
So tomorrow isn’t just yesterday with a new name
The vulture circles, eager for the fall (no luck)
I’m done with the pain, man, I’m more than this shit (way more)
Body, mind, soul, one, like Ayurveda
Flowing like water, I run through the stones
In the plot, all the murky drama, I’m a playwright
Calling to rise above the mud while the world ignites
No melodrama, I’m chasing cash, that’s hosanna in progress
Capulanas, katanas, seeking Nirvana is the way
It’s a dog-eat-dog world for us, losing isn’t an option, right?
Where the wind bends, the straight talk emerges
I won’t stay quiet, no way to stay quiet
The goal is to leave those who laughed at us without a ground (uh)

I’ve bled too much (uh-huh)
I’ve cried like a dog
Last year I died
But this year I won’t die (this year I won’t die)
I’ve bled too much
I’ve cried like a dog
Last year I died
But this year I won’t die (Belchior was right)

Last year I died (hey)
But this year I won’t die (yeah)

A rare sticker, shining in the dark
From the hood, solo
With a beanie, high on the hill, and all the homies
In the game and the worst impulses
Only I and God know what it’s like to have nothing, to be kicked out
I put lines in the world, but I wanted to put them on my wrist
Without the struggle, our lives aren’t worth a dog’s, sad
Today’s Early wasn’t a hit
It was a cry for help
Man, resentment is like a tumor, it poisons the root
Where the audience just wants to be happy (be happy)
With an aerial presence
Where the latest trend is depression disguised as vacation
Grandma says: Hating the devil is a big deal (a big deal)
The hard part is living in hell, and it comes to light
That the same scummy empire that doesn’t take you seriously
Interferes to bring you down (fight back)

I’ve bled too much (uh-huh)
I’ve cried like a dog (yeah, yeah)
Last year I died (hey)
But this year I won’t die (ah, ah, ah)
I’ve bled too much (too much)
I’ve cried like a dog (ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn)
Last year I died
But this year I won’t die (but this year I won’t die)

Last year I died (oh) (let’s go)
But this year I won’t die

Let me speak, not about my scars
They’re supporting characters, no, better, extras
That shouldn’t even be here
Let me speak, not about my scars
So much pain steals our voice, you know what’s left of us?
Targets wandering around

Let me speak, not about my scars (oh)
If this is about living, to reduce me to survival (oh)
Is to steal the little good I’ve lived
Finally, let me speak, not (no) about my scars (oh)
Thinking these troubles define me is the worst crime
It’s giving the trophy to our tormentor and making us disappear

I’ve bled too much (I said)
I’ve cried like a dog (it’s my Sun invading the cell)
Last year I died (hey)
But this year I won’t die (ah, ah, ah, ah)
I’ve bled too much (too much)
I’ve cried like a dog (more important than ever)
Last year I died (but what about?)
But this year I won’t die

I’ve bled too much (uh-huh)
I’ve cried like a dog (the street is ours)
Last year I died (what’s up?)
But this year I won’t die
I’ve bled too much (let’s go)
I’ve cried like a dog (uh)
Last year I died
But this year I won’t die

(Phantom Laboratory)

Hey, hustler
Hey, hustler
Lift your head up (come on)
Wipe those tears, alright? (It’s you)
Breathe deep
And get back to running (let’s go)
You’re gonna get out of this prison (uh-huh)
You’re gonna chase that diploma
With the fury of the beauty of the Sun, you got it? (That’s it)
Do this for us
Do this for us (let’s go)
I’ll see you on the podium

Last year I died
But this year I won’t die