Desculpa Parecer Meio Ansioso Mas Já Tem Alguém Bebendo - mc souza

Tá muito confusa, não entendo essa mulher Não me queria, mas hoje ela quer Nunca me respondeu quando eu passava de busão Agora ela quer mexe, só que eu passei a milhão Já bloqueei essa mina Só que ela não tá entendendo Que que eu faço? Que que eu faço Eu vou tacar assim mesmo Que que eu faço, mano Eu vou tacar assim mesmo Não pode guardar mágoa, não, tá ligado Tô precisando só de um favor Rapaziada do bailão, alguém tem isqueiro Pra mim acender um, enquanto eu como esse traseiro E aí, cria do bailão, alguém tem isqueiro Pra mim acender um, enquanto eu como esse traseiro É a lei das mercenária, essa eu fiz pra tu Fica de quatro, vai jatada no bumbum Essa a lei das mercenárias, essa eu fiz pra tu Fica de quatro, vai jatada no bumbum Hoje quer tomar madeirada E conta, me negou um beijo Quer ir comigo pra hidromassagem E ontem me negou um beijo Oi, o Rick não guarda mágoa Vai tacar do mesmo jeito Rapaziada do bailão, alguém tem isqueiro Pra mim acender um, enquanto eu como esse traseiro E aí, cria do bailão, alguém tem isqueiro Pra mim acender um, enquanto eu como esse traseiro Churrascada tá rolando, brota, que tá uma uva Churrascada tá rolando, brota, que tá uma uva Ela bebe, fuma, bebe, fuma Pia papagaio, traz as vagabunda Bebe, fuma, bebe, fuma Pia papagaio, traz as vagabunda

I feel like I'm leaving myself behind And I'm so tired of crying I wanna get back up again It feels like I'm losing my best friend But we're gonna love again On the other side Don't bleed me dry We are capsized And I feel you dying But I'm safe inside You're bad You suck You fucked me up I'm sad I'm tired I want my time back You're bad You suck You fucked me up I'm fine Getting better Still want to Mmm, please God, forgive me I've been speaking death And when I come home When I come home I will begin again

Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus... Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Reach out and touch faith

I was driving across the burning desert when I spotted six jet planes Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain It was the hexagram of the heavens, it was the strings of my guitar Amelia, it was just a false alarm The drone of flying engines is a song so wild and blue It scrambles time and seasons if it gets through to you Then your life becomes a travelogue of picture-post-card-charms Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm People will tell you where they've gone they'll tell you where to go But till you get there yourself you never really know Where some have found their paradise other's just come to harm Oh Amelia, it was just a false alarm I wish that he was here tonight it's so hard to obey His sad request of me to kindly stay away So this is how I hide the hurt as the road leads cursed and charmed I tell Amelia, it was just a false alarm A ghost of aviation, she was swallowed by the sky Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly Like Icarus ascending on beautiful foolish arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm Maybe I've never really loved I guess that is the truth I've spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude And looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm I pulled into the Cactus Tree Motel to shower off the dust And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust I dreamed of 747's over geometric farms Dreams, Amelia, dreams and false alarms