Touro (part. Neo Beats)

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

I don’t know why you won’t kiss me
I feel like David Bowie, singing for a beer
Look at the stubbornness my flow spills
We spent all our cash in Paris, tell me how much
Your character is worth
Tell me why you won’t kiss me
Monday I’m rich, Tuesday I’m broke
My freestyle plan works out
When did we get so foolish?
And I’m still here in Tchotchomary, ego XXL
Baby, I only love you until Friday
Ahn, she’s a Taurus, with blonde hair
Shining on the rooftop, listening to Criolo
I wasn’t made to fly, but I soar
Like a beetle, Juliet of the fright

Wanna dance with me? I’m good at getting loose
You gonna say the Indian on top is lacking decorum?
If my mom were here, she’d whip you, yeah
4-4 with a blonde mustache
I’m in the old-school ride, baby (bi)
I wanna fix my rap game
All this swagger comes from Campo Grande
I’m the Shaman and this is X TV
No, no, no
I’m just kidding, oh!
I don’t know why you won’t kiss me
You look at me like you hate me
Like some damn Rottweiler
Throw your braids, princess

Hmm, a bull tripping over details
A tango, a wine in Buenos Aires
I like your plum lips
Oh, if Jesus cloned fish and bread
The Devil sells drugs and clones cards, right? Ah
But I don’t do that
Call the doctor, my alter ego killed me, oh
Do you wanna be my Mona Lisa? Such a beauty
Rihanna, Selena, let me know
Popstar, broke kid without a shirt
I'm a popstar (yeah)

I don’t know why you won’t kiss me
Baby, I don’t know, I swear, I don’t know
I don’t know why you won’t kiss me
Baby, I don’t know, I swear, I don’t know