Os Melhores Anos (part. Jimmy P)

90s, the time of my teenage years
Times of recklessness, not thinking of the consequences
I’d always hit the court whenever the sun was out
In my Malone jersey and my basketball, no doubt
I’d go to Carrefour to steal M&Ms
With my headphones on, jamming to Eminem
Before the first album, when I was a mega fan
On the soccer field, I’d mimic Steve McManaman

Weekends with my girl Mariama
My boys living wild, smoking marijuana
At 15, I’d hit the club, popping Perignons
Always in the same Levi's and my Chevignon
Watching rough porn, movies from Flame
Desiree Lane and the unbeatable Heather Wayne
Fights between crews, like the Gaza Strip
After the brawl, I’d head home, not missing Tsubasa, no trip

During Carnival, no one takes it bad
We’d throw water balloons at the cops, it was rad
Cops chasing us like a cyclone, no doubt
And we’d be like Papillon, escaping Babylon, no clout
I was already hooked on Jeru the Damaja
But my biggest addiction was Championship Manager
Spent hours and hours stuck in that game
That shit was my drug, my escape, man, no shame

Don’t rush, bro, enjoy your teenage years
They’ll be the best years of your life, no fears
Being an adult is tough, don’t hurry to get there
It’s just problems and a life of despair

I’m from the 90s, Insane in the Brain
Grunge generation, Nirvana, and Kurt Cobain
Teenage years between Lisbon and Paris
Back when DJs still knew what vinyl is
And now kids are all about Ronaldo
Left-footed powerhouse, my dream was to be like Rivaldo
Hours grinding my knees on the pavement
Roda bota fora, street 8, that was my stage, man

97, always in baggies and a cap
To record some bars, it had to be on tape
Years later, I woke up to rap
Always bumping Boss AC, Chullage
Sam the Kid and Balete
Always sticking to the scene, man
I’m from the Walkman, Minidisc, and Discman clan
On repeat, Nas, the world is yours
While I practiced for hours on inline skates and boards

Missing being immature
Our endless talks sitting on the wall, for sure
The stolen fruit in the neighborhood
The absence of current topics like crisis and saving, understood
Stories of the man with the bag
At 12, my first kiss, at 15, my first shag
Enjoy it while innocence is still around
The best time of our lives is when we’re young, unbound

Don’t rush, bro, enjoy your teenage years
They’ll be the best years of your life, no fears
Being an adult is tough, don’t hurry to get there
It’s just problems and a life of despair