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: Eduardo de Almeida Gonçalves, Eduardo Polinarski Cimbalista, Guilherme Lepca, Lukas Abrahams Kempf, Rafael Ribas Maranhão Faria, Thiago de Sá Jorge
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