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I Don't Love You
[Chorus: Don L]
You don't deceive me
It's all superficial
It's all superficial
Alright, oh
I don't love you
[Post-Chorus 1: Don L]
Because I went over there
Because I went over there
Collecting scars
Transforming into stones
That I erected as a wall
Between my heart and the razor wire
By cutting meat
From any scoundrel in the cold of battle
[Chorus: Don L]
You don't deceive me
It's all superficial
It's all superficial
Alright, oh
I don't love you
[Post-Chorus 2: Don L]
And when I'll tell my story
You'll love
But you'll have to pay
And now that I'm talking in dollars
There isn't any love
I want every last cent
And when I'm high up, you'll love me
And listen to my
I don't love you
[Verse 1: Don L]
And it's all superficial
If it's a lie, it doesn't matter, it's official
The young man is the boy or the policeman
The thug, hero when he dies or is virtual
Not even the track is original
The whole world is Escobar now or a Tony
No one wants to be Sea-Side
Or to sneeze up the blood
On their Gucci shirt, fake Don Corleone
It's, so you want to be the gangsta rap
Posing with your skank in snaps
Because marijuana is really gangsta, no?
The whole world is rock star
When the flashes come
And I left the Northeast
Two years back with a thirst to dry up the Sabesp
Without a straw hat, nothing cliché or old
I came to take part in the game
Not to be an exotic doll
And to forge a robotic accent
With a Buddha Zen chatter
To suck well
To pay fifty to the bigwig king of Samba
If it's MPBoy the cash comes
Just like little birds flying
Sticking to the Leblon once in a while
To suck the Lavigne
More than what the Athayde makes plane
In the sauna hype of Caetano
But I don't love you
[Chorus: Don L]
You don't deceive me
It's all superficial
It's all superficial
Alright, oh
Because I don't love you
[Post-Chorus: Don L]
And when I'll tell my story
You'll love
But you'll have to pay
And now that I'm talking in dollars, no
Now that I'm talking in dollars, no
Now that I'm talking in dollars, no
Love exists in SP
[Verse 2: Don L]
In the venom of passion
When you just accept the dream
When I was more of a stranger here
Of what I still am
And no longer felt that I pertained there either, get it?
Searching for freedom with what I had in my hands
Crazy, crazy, crazy in them
In those roads that gave me my first flow
And still so alive in them
Me questioning myself
Oh, lord
If romanticizing hate isn't love
And if the dreams will resist
When the adrenaline
Like in an accident
Will be enough to annihilate the suffering
[Verse 3: Diomedes Chinaski]
Friends will turn up in numbers
Friends will turn up in numbers
Friends will turn up in numbers
Playing the game of the Devil
Following the triumph only heaps, they rest in peace
Digão and Pablo
This isn't Netflix (no, no)
Damned gruesome game
Without overcoats and stylish suits
That void hurts and the lack of everything affects the faith
Sold in Egypt just like Joseph
My baby I'm going to bring ten thousand for us
But tell me what ten thousand are for us
Ten thousand you don't even buy a car
Ten thousand you invest in the neighborhood
[Outro: Don L]
In the venom of passion (in the venom, in the venom)
When I was more than what I still am
In those roads that gave me my first flow
To annihilate the suffering
Amadeu Belocampo✕
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