Tempo de Beber

Friday, eighteen and one
Weekend released
The bar awaits me
Already calling the gang

My freezer is at minus one
My head already puts a million
I'm leaving aimlessly
Without money and without heart

Don't call me, I won't answer
There will only be loud music playing
Just wanted to say
That it's time to drink

Drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink, drink
Spending what I don't have
And what I will never have

Drink, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink, drink
Calling emotionally
Calling my ex baby