Pretinha

Little black breeze in my sound
It's from a good neighborhood and I'm from the favela
I'm kind of clumsy, favela style
And sometimes I don't know how to deal with her

Don't judge me for being poor, from the favela
Take a hit on the joint and your old man gets upset
Sometimes I even go to the station
I run to catch the bus and ask for a ride to be able to visit you

Little black breeze in my sound
It's from a good neighborhood and I'm from the favela
I'm kind of clumsy, favela style
And sometimes I don't know how to deal with her

Don't judge me for being poor, from the favela
Take a hit on the joint and your old man gets upset
Sometimes I even go to the station
I run to catch the bus and ask for a ride to be able to visit you

Love who loves you, forget who forgot you
Prepare your future because your future is me
You know I sing and stick to samba
Every boy is a king but every girl rules

Inside I'm suffering knowing that I lost you
Outside I'm living, pretending I forgot you
Feeding my reason, containing my emotion
Because when I see you, my heart still races

Little black breeze in my sound
It's from a good neighborhood and I'm from the favela
I'm kind of clumsy, favela style
And sometimes I don't know how to deal with her

Don't judge me for being poor, from the favela
Take a hit on the joint and your old man gets upset
Sometimes I even go to the station
I run to catch the bus and ask for a ride to be able to visit you

Little black breeze in my sound
It's from a good neighborhood and I'm from the favela
I'm kind of clumsy, favela style
And sometimes I don't know how to deal with her

Don't judge me for being poor, from the favela
Take a hit on the joint and your old man gets upset
Sometimes I even go to the station
I run to catch the bus and ask for a ride to be able to visit you

Sometimes I even go to the station
I run to catch the bus and ask for a ride to be able to visit you

Love who loves you, forget who forgot you
Prepare your future because your future is me
You know I sing and stick to samba
Every boy is a king but every girl rules

Inside I'm suffering knowing that I lost you
Outside I'm living, pretending I forgot you
Feeding my reason, containing my emotion
Because when I see you, my heart still races

Little black breeze in my sound
It's from a good neighborhood and I'm from the favela
I'm kind of clumsy, favela style
And sometimes I don't know how to deal with her

Don't judge me for being poor, from the favela
Take a hit on the joint and your old man gets upset
Sometimes I even go to the station
I run to catch the bus and ask for a ride to be able to visit you

Little black breeze in my sound
It's from a good neighborhood and I'm from the favela
I'm kind of clumsy, favela style
And sometimes I don't know how to deal with her

Don't judge me for being poor, from the favela
Take a hit on the joint and your old man gets upset
Sometimes I even go to the station
I run to catch the bus and ask for a ride to be able to visit you