Paredão Berra (part. Bruno e Barretto)

Straw hat
Ray-Ban on my face
On the horizon, that endless soybean field

Dodge Ram 2500 parked
Our cooler's the truck bed, full of ice and cold drinks

The look of a Nelore on a gold chain
Hanging from the neck, they come in and leave a mark

Friday's here, the gate swings wide
From influencers to cowgirls
In comes the married, in comes the single

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground

Straw hat
Ray-Ban on my face
On the horizon, that endless soybean field

Dodge Ram 2500 parked
Our cooler's the truck bed, full of ice and cold drinks

The look of a Nelore on a gold chain
Hanging from the neck, they come in and leave a mark

Friday's here, the gate swings wide
From influencers to cowgirls
In comes the married, in comes the single

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground

Now shit's getting real
They scream, the wall's screaming
We stick together, we kiss her
Shaking it on the ground