(Hey, Xama)
(Hold up, Xama)

Shall the morning sun melt you
You're a vampire of comedy movies
But who will judge us?
I'm your lion hair style

I know you understand me well
You always run away when you're dating
If you don't love anyone
Why are you listening to me right now?

Beautiful, so crazy, my Mona Lisa
Take my clothes off, fascinate me
Murder me, kiss my lips, my woman, shawty
Teach me how to live the crazy life, swimming pool eyes
Drawn me and give me CPR, renovate my rhyme
Don't even try, girl

But who will judge us?
Private villain

If I go up on this stage here
It was God who created me like this
And the spotlights come my way
It's just that I love you and I don't even tell you
No, I can't be your saint

Am I fact or hypothesis
I'm king, gypsy or nomad
Sorry for my sovereign way
But today I sing for you
It's for you that I sing

I know that you want me too
Hot Marilia lioness
Can I call you, baby?
What are you doing now?

So handsome, so crazy, my great friend
After you, others are others, you're fucked
Let's make love, sing an old country music
And kiss on the lips, baby
It might even be that you don't give me morals
Till you see me around on the newsstand

(Paparapa, papa, papara, papara, papara, rara)
(Paparapa, papa, papara, papara, papara, rara)

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