Hey Chiloo, Chiloo, Chiloo, Chiloo what did you say?
Let it pass, let it pass (let it pass)
Let it pass, let it pass

On a Brazilian beat, I make you feel like it's summer
I might end up in an asylum but I'm not ready to stop
Let it pass, let it pass, make room for my art
Let it pass, let it pass, I have several strings to my bow

I write lyrics like Prévert
The days I love are in winter
When the sun sets, I have more inspiration
When the moon appears, I hear my temptations
If you're not happy my bro, I'll cryogenize you
When I rap in the street, people shout "genius"
Even if for them it's a denial that I read books
May God deliver me from these fools who are delirious
They're not in it, I'm amazing
To charm them, I set the dance step
No need for attention, just a little tension
To write a decent sixteen, I have
Not afraid of pressure, I make a good impression
Of the rappers, I am the most reasonable
(Not afraid of pressure, I make a good impression)
(Of the rappers, I am the most reasonable)

On a Brazilian beat, I make you feel like it's summer
I might end up in an asylum but I'm not ready to stop
Let it pass, let it pass, make room for my art
Let it pass, let it pass, I have several strings to my bow

I like it when he turns the brain like in a damn roller coaster
I was told that I was a temperamental child
My texts are so dark that they seem unreal to you
If I told you that a demon sleeps in me
That our cohabitation seems to become difficult
That the idea of a consensus seems downright unthinkable
Would you understand why there is a deficit in my head?
On a Brazilian beat, I make you feel like it's summer
I might end up in an asylum but I'm not ready to stop
Let it pass, let it pass, make room for my art
Let it pass, let it pass, I have several strings to my bow

I locked my thoughts in a thermal bag
Most of them were becoming anthracite
I'm not afraid of you and your inert writings
You're just an obstacle now to ataraxia
I don't want the stars, I want the galaxy
I free myself from unhappiness, crisis to catharsis
Does writing what I feel make me an artist? (No)

I have dichotomous views on myself
One day I love myself like Narcissus, one day I feel like an autistic yeah

Let it pass, let it pass (let it pass)
Let it pass, let it pass

On a Brazilian beat, I make you feel like it's summer
I might end up in an asylum but I'm not ready to stop
Let it pass, let it pass, make room for my art
Let it pass, let it pass, I have several strings to my bow
On a Brazilian beat, I make you feel like it's summer
I might end up in an asylum but I'm not ready to stop

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