Touro (part. Neo Beats)

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

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

Want to dance with me? I'm good at unraveling
Will you say the Indian on your foot is lack of decorum?
If my mother were here, she'd give you a beating, yeah
4-4 with a blonde mustache
I'm in the old car bibi (bi)
I want to fix my rap band side
All this swagger comes from Campo Grande
I'm the Shaman and this is the X TV
No, no, no
I'm joking, hey!
I don't know why you don't kiss me
You look at me as if you hate me
You seem like a damn Rottweiler
Let down your hair, princess

Hmm, a bull stumbling over details
A tango, a wine in Buenos Aires
I like your plum mouth
Oh, if Jesus cloned fish and bread
The Devil sells drugs and clones cards, doesn't he? Ah
But I don't do that
Call the doctor, my alter ego killed me, oh
Do you want to be my Mona Lisa? Beautiful thing
Rihanna, Selena, let me know
Popstar, shirtless favela guy
I'm a popstar (yeah)

I don't know why you don't kiss me
Love, I don't know, baby, I don't know
I don't know why you don't kiss me
Love, I don't know, baby, I don't know