Inveja o Progresso

I'm Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria
They can't move a finger
And she wants me, asks me to sing a pagode
I go up on stage at the bar after a few drinks
I don't know who it is but it touched my heart very strongly
Your eyes shone, shining, you're giving me a blow

Oh, I got punched in the face
Get up from the bar chair
Started shaking his tail
And the scoundrels of the slum
Empty the fridge of cold beer

It's great, Moon, I'm spinning
And the kids from the hood who just lost a friend
God is making it really cute

It's comforting the hearts of this great boy's family
Ask yourself this question
What will be your salvation? What will be the end of the old times?
But what will be your biggest fear?
The height of the police and what God is saying

Many envy the progress
And what I want is more progress
I became an insect's nest, my most golden hive
Roll a joint, roll the ice, go for the blunt mushroom
Smoldering my mind with a machine gun

Many envy the progress
And what I want is more progress
I became an insect's nest, my most golden hive
Ball a joint ball the ice goes to the blunt mushroom
Smoldering my mind with a machine gun

Crazy life, my crazy life is perfect
When I notice myself I see more thousands of notes on my desk
Just thinking about my past left no bread on my table
Today is Cîroc orange and cherry dose

We drive you crazy, drive you crazy
Drink my alcohol to make it easy
A drink on ice
Go with my breeze
I'm selling things, you see me with the Aladdin carpet

To drive you crazy, drive you crazy
Drink my alcohol to make it easy
A drink on ice
Go with my breeze
Seeing things seeing things

Many envy the progress
And what I want is more progress
I became an insect's nest, my most golden hive
Ball a joint ball the ice goes to the blunt mushroom
Smoldering my mind with a machine gun

Many envy the progress
And what I want is more progress
I became an insect's nest, my most golden hive
Ball a joint ball the ice goes to the blunt mushroom
Smoldering my mind with a machine gun

Think it's cool
To shoot yourself in the face
Of the junkies, of the common people, of the repressed
Of the repressed

I'm Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria
They can't move a finger