Right now, this headache are consuming me A long time that I probably will need And all those things I let away Just sitting on the bed with this broken pen with this broken pen Whoa
Increase my self-esteem soon 'Cause I’m freaking out with nothing to do, whoa So call me and let’s get out Get drunk and talk bullshits on the crowd Maybe, I’ll pay you a drink but promise me That you won’t be so fucked up That you won’t be so fucked up
Finally, I feel that pain going away I’m sweating and it’s cold outside, yeah When you try to change your own way When all comes at the same time and you lose your mind Just remains an anguish, you can bet in what I’m saying That’s right, is it good enough for today?
Increase my self-esteem soon 'Cause I’m freaking out with nothing to do, whoa So call me and let’s get out Get drunk and talk bullshits on the crowd Maybe, I’ll pay you a drink but promise me That you won’t be so fucked up That you won’t be so fucked up
So call me and let’s get out Get drunk and talk bullshits on the crowd Maybe, I’ll pay you a drink but promise me That you won’t be so fucked up That you won’t be so fucked up That you won’t be so fucked up That you won’t be so fucked up
Compositores: Rafael Ribas Maranhao Faria (Buga), Eduardo Polinarski Cimbalista (Makarrao), Lukas Abrahams Kempf (Alme), Thiago de Sa Jorge (Trosso), Eduardo de Almeida Goncalves (Abraskadabra) ECAD: Obra #8906716 Fonograma #25710374