Bagunça Na Mente (part. Budah)

Man, I'm messed up
A little bit of love and the rest of hate
Saying that many young ones feel
I tried to be a better person for you
Even more mess in the mind
First, I need to believe in all of this
First, I need to shield my faith
I can't leave home and come back empty-handed
I can't protect you with unarmed hands

There's always these people
Who think they can say whatever they want about us
Who think they can speak and get into our minds
I can change all of that suddenly

In the same place but a different plot
In another place, the same fear
Of hurting you by being myself
And if I tell you what I shouldn't

In the same place but a different plot
In another place, the same fear
Of hurting you by being myself
And if I tell you what I shouldn't

Be very careful with your few words, man
You've hurt without needing to say a word or two, man
I see you with that attitude and always in a hurry, right
Asking God that nothing is greater than your faith

I bend my knee and ask the Father, ask the Father
For all this hate to go away, not stay
But I understand your anger
Some things won't have a comeback, right

In the same place but a different plot
In another place, the same fear
Of hurting you by being myself
And if I tell you what I shouldn't

Man, I'm messed up
A little bit of love and the rest of hate
Saying that many young ones feel
I tried to be a better person for you
Even more mess in the mind
First, I need to believe in all of this
First, I need to shield my faith
I can't leave home and come back empty-handed
I can't protect you with unarmed hands

I ask the Father, ask the Father
For all this hate to go away, not stay
But I understand your anger
Some things won't have a comeback, right