I was at home

And called me on WhatsApp

Wanting to go to Mandela

Her mother hates me

Dad wants me in jail

And I want her heart

Her father is boring

Lawyer, Tie

And you don't want to see me with her

I'm sorry, doctor

It's not my fault if she likes the favelas

I saw from a distance that she won me on the tram

Because I was full of silver

Asked my name

Brisou in my Juliette

In my rasta hair

Full of intention, she took my hand

Took me to the hallway of the house

Took in my glass

Smoked my joint

She fought the broken

Every Friday I called on the radio

Wanting to go out with me

Where are you?

Sorry, beautiful, I'm not running

I'll come back and talk to you later

(Oooo)

Stole my heart

(Oooo)

Love of jail or prison

(Oooo)

Sinister slum

Your family hates me

What can I do if I am a child?

And there at the ball

I ran into friends

I would like a picture with me

She knew she was already in love

And with me is in danger

I'm from mortão

She is confusion

This is not good and you know

If the crown finds out

I'm behind bars

He told me that

It's soft in the early morning

And she likes adventure

The day dawned

My partner called me

The VT is there in your

(Oooo)

Stole my heart

She's 157

And I am the one who goes out as a thief

(Oooo)

Sinister slum

Your family hates me

What can I do if I am a child?

(Oooo)

Stole my heart

(Oooo)

Love of jail or prison

(Oooo)

Sinister slum

Your family hates me

What can I do if I am a child?

Sorry doctor