Bebo da Branca (part. Hugo e Guilherme)

I checked in at the club, but I'm on my couch at home
Filling my face with cachaça
Filling the bottles with air

Is it cliché if I say I drink just to forget you?
I remember without drinking a drop
Imagine with all of them

Then I do everything I didn't want to do
At that moment I'm capable of calling you
Hey

Meanwhile I

Drink from the white
And from the yellow
I just don't drink from the bottle because it doesn't go down my throat
I drink a glass and cry a liter
The cachaça doesn't end, it ends me