O Resgate do Soldado Brownie

Lack of money in general
I'm going through the same drama, that's why I feel sorry for them
If the dryness of July is bad
Get ready, because the madness of August is much worse

The agony wants to burst out of the clothes
Feelings are stronger than words, that's why kissing on the mouth
Vitu is back, yay!
It's time to scare those crazy people, boo!

Marketing separates Coca-Cola and Dolly
I don't know if my penis is big, but I make a face
The time comes, time doesn't die, they pulled my ears
Then I did like Van Gogh

Step out of your comfort zone and into the conflict zone
This can only end in the zone
I no longer need your service, nor your smile
Now I've got the hang of it

Who will protect us from ourselves?
These reckless people will fear the shadow
A cold day, a good place to get an addiction
There is still an abyss above everything that haunts me

One day I heard that evil was a vicious cycle
What happened to one person, happened to another
What a messed up world, full of holes
I took some tobacco and got to know the dungeon

The lieutenant's 3 years is the black revolt
I am my own police officer
I have a love for the ghetto, that's why I'm always on the lookout
Careful not to fall into misrule

But I'm not in the mood to find, I'm more in the mood to search
Even more so now that they've opened the avatar's cage
Baby, come see, you have to be bold
Pra dançar o dendê privê rolê tando

I identify and eliminate the bad
Armed with ideas and a futsal vest
I became a vagabond, but I'm fine and also
I don't feel like reading the national news

I'm going on an astral journey with my homies
We understand each other without knowing what we're talking about
Nego even kisses on the mouth, la vida loca
I want a ball of hashish the size of an onion

I had a thermometer and I traded it for a hare
I went from a turtle to Mercury to have my fever measured
I bumped into Hebe and the guys from FEB, we smoked a Derby
I dreamt about this while working at CAESB

I stretch and rise from the ashes
Few people have the gift of getting high on anguish and enjoying the breeze
The bum improvises, then gives it a try
Living life like a slackline

My goodfellas le Babylon babalu golden era
Staggering but frantic
I have peripheral vision in this race
But you know what I think of all this?
Lost things