Em Qual Mentira Vou Acreditar?

It's only 10:30, there's the whole night ahead
Sleeping is difficult on a Friday
TV sucks, I'd rather watch the moon
Preto Edi Rock is on his way to the street
Uh, I don't know, I'm going to a party, if
If the guys don't show up, I'll be back at three in the morning
I'm going slow, I'm going fifty miles an hour
Listening to good funk music, my soundtrack
The police are getting greedy, I don't give a damn!
In the North Zone, the criminals party all night long
I graduated as a professional suspect
Bachelor's degree with a postgraduate degree in general
I have a manual with the places, times, and how to get lost
Damn it! (license plate prefix is MY, direction Jaçanã, Jardim Hebron)
Anyone who's black like me already knows what's up
Invoice, ID, police on my heels
(Listen here: My son-in-law's brother-in-law's cousin is mixed race)
Racism doesn't exist, I don't do that, it's for your safety
He talked and talked, never mind
I'll choose which lie I'm going to believe

You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?
That's just how the night is, so let it flow
Which lie am I going to believe?
You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?

Oh, what annoying guys! A quarter to eleven
I didn't even go very far and the men got confused
He flipped the seats over, crumpled my white cap
He dirtied my Santos shirt
I don't even remember where I'm going anymore
And now, who could have called?
Wait for me at the station, I'm in the South Zone
I'll be there in a flash, signed: Blue
Believe me, on that side of Santana
I know some places, I know some women
Juliana? No. Mariana? No. Alessandra? No. Adriana?
The name is just a detail, the name is just a name
9532, um, I forgot the phone number
Damn, that took a while, huh?! So, Blue, how's it going?
This place is hell, there are a couple of women here
I bumped into a couple of people, a couple of guys
I've been waiting for you for almost an hour
A figure passed by here and gave an idea
She said she knows you and bam, call Léa
Hair down, red dress
Strategically placed a hand's width from the knee
The guys commented on the look, oh the noses and all that, praising it immensely
Nobody spoke, ah! Ah! But I heard half the world
Cursing telepathically (you son of a bitch!)
I was saving my vocabulary; I had nothing to say
He said what was necessary, sort of like that, of course
Which one is it? There's no shortage of trout, you son of a bitch!
Everything's up to me, I trust my instincts, an African version of Don Juan de Marco
Everything's great, everything's fine, I don't know what it is
Ideas come and go, she was a princess, I was a commoner
Who's more badass than me, mirror, mirror on the wall?
Like Taís Araújo or Camila Pitanga?
A mix. I confess: My legs went weak
Do you think she'll agree to go to the dance with me?
Or should we head to the South Zone for a Grand Finale?
Love with a ghetto flavor until six in the morning
Call me "my black man" and sing Djavan songs to me
Nobody heard, damn it!
In a fraction of a second, my castle crumbled!
The prettiest girl in school, samba queen
It turned into a Nazi cow!
Me listening to James Brown, man, all cocky
She asked if I had what?
Guns N' Roses? Of course not! The girl was almost hysterical
He reached into the radio and tuned it to Transamérica
How did she say it? Just pay attention to this
What a crazy girl, look at that conversation!
Who had a grudge against black guys from the salon (no)
That most of them are thugs and thieves (no way)
Oh no, man! That was close!
I was already thinking about knocking him out with a punch
She told me not to use slang with her
To remind me that I'm not in the favela
A heated argument, a real back-and-forth, is it midnight already?
Cinderella turned into an evil witch
Humiliating me won't work, just take the fuck out
Get your racist ass up and get out!
I've known that wicked woman for a long time
The whole group of rich kids who hung out in that area ran away
"She already told me that she was lonely."
That the family was strict and authoritarian
She's ashamed of everything, full of complexes
It was still too early to think about sex
That's just how the night is, let it roll!
I'll choose which lie I'm going to believe

You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?
That's just how the night is, so let it flow
Which lie am I going to believe?
You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?

Oh shit! Look who's over there!
What is this guy doing here?
So, this crazy guy just came with me
He called, saying he was a friend of his who lived down south
Cristiane's brother, I gave him a horse (a ride to the drug den, not the animal itself) in Lausanne
I was going to deliver a message to some local relatives
From the Pentecostal Evangelical Church
He got out of the car waving his hand
The peace of the Lord!, but nobody paid attention
Quite different from the style of believers
Bomber jacket, beanie, but the night is hot
That's a strange thing, it's only dark here
There's no mercury light on that lamppost
Twenty worshippers have passed through so far, that's five reais
He greets her and leaves
A very serious brother, standing in front of the garage
Another one with his hand on his hip on top of the slab
Every now and then the door opens and someone says
Do you have it in black and white? And does it make your nose itch?
Now that's what unity is all about!
The brother left happy, without discrimination!
From there he came shouting, praying
Hallelujah, things are getting better!
This guy is a dentist, I don't know
He says his company is called Boca S.A
Is it construction material? A stone vendor?
Back in the south side, he was the boss
What a fucking boss! He's a scoundrel!
He fled Valo Velho with his days numbered
The paranoia about smoking was fatal
He broke into shacks, looted clotheslines
He punched a bum's father in the face
Hmm, he's working overtime in this world
The night is good, the night is cheap
But whores, cops, and scoundrels are everywhere!

You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?
That's just how the night is, so let it flow
Which lie am I going to believe?
You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?

You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?
That's just how the night is, so let it flow
Which lie am I going to believe?
You have to know how to enjoy it, you have to know how to handle it
Which lie am I going to believe?