Superficialidade

I still like pop, glitter, and hyperfocus
I still like the tension, numbers, drinks, I like it
They still say I’ve changed too much
They still say I’ve changed too much

And I avoid mirrors, friends, I love money
And I’ve made a lot of enemies in no time (oh no)
They still say I’ve changed too much
Good thing I’ve changed too much

La-ah, la-ra-ra-rah, la-ra-ra-ra-rah, la-ra-ra-ra-rah, a-ah

They comment on what I do, I dance all the time
In another life, I won’t be an artist again
I buy what I can and I cry all the time
And I celebrate life singing to myself
To myself, to myself
Singing to myself
To myself, to myself

And I don’t know what I’m capable of anymore, I don’t know anymore
I don’t know what I’m capable of anymore, I don’t know anymore

I still like the fake, the excessive spending
The drama, jewels, and fables about fame and cars
I still like kisses, dancing, and guys
I live all the desires, I pay to have quality
And suddenly I don’t want myself anymore
And suddenly I just want more

They comment on what I do, I dance all the time
In another life, I won’t be an artist again
I buy what I can and I cry all the time
And I celebrate life singing to myself
To myself, to myself
Singing to myself
To myself, to myself

And I don’t know what I’m capable of anymore, I don’t know anymore
I don’t know what I’m capable of anymore, I don’t know anymore

When they ask what I want to be in life, I usually say whatever
(Lourandes) but when I lie down and close my eyes
I cry because I want more
Luxury and shine, sparkle in my eyes
A thousand wonders, gold in my bones
I know what they say, I’m selfish, but being arrogant made me an artist
It was necessary, my way out, and it was my addiction in my beat

I ask once and I ask again
I’m not the best, but I know I’m getting better!

I hate what I do and I drink all the time
And I know that in another life I’ll be an artist again
I spend because I can and I cry all the time
And I’m killing my body living like this