Sunday of sun, cold liter beer
Those vibes, wow, plastic pool
Barbecue, listening to Mumuzinho
Vileiro lover

Flower Boy like Tyler, cutie
Some Spike Lee movies, hookups in the kitchen
You on all fours, screaming that you're mine
She calls me sun
With every slap, a mark

Flower Boy like Tyler, cutie
Some Spike Lee movies, hookups in the kitchen
You on all fours, screaming that you're mine
She calls me sun
With every slap, a mark

She thinks I'm handsome when I think I'm ugly
I feel at home with my hand on her breasts
Enjoying some funk on Middle Street
Today everyone's at ease
Whoever isn't, why did they come?

Today I don't want to go out
Today I don't want to drink
Today I don't want to smoke
I just want to make love with you
Put on a movie to play
To try to fool the neighbors
We've broken so many glasses
There's no more room for wine
We make money like we make love
So well, well, well, well, well
We make money like we make love
So well, well, well, well, well

I scream that I love you with your pussy in my mouth
It comes out muffled, but you understand me
Amazing, only you understand me
Sometimes I just want to listen to Migos and watch Friends
Without this story of guns and drugs
This shit doesn't satisfy me or surprise me
We are plastic arts in search of the hot
Something that melts
Choose your best lie and promise me
Deceive me with that beautiful mouth
Intense love like the fuck after the fight
I catch myself quoting some cheesy phrase
Amazing how you take me
How you tame me
We are proof that two equals one is a sum
I hope you don't disappear
The world goes by outside and I watch you while you smoke

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