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Confira a Letra I Gotta

Marcella Santo

I Gotta

Hey, babe it was really nice to meet you
But all these mothefuckers think I'm dying to go back with you
And I was born crying, naked and with no teeth, dude
Ya think I need you? I can get people on drive-thru
What about the things you said?
It made me feel so peaceful
Don't you think I'm a impulsive bitch
You can barely talk to?
Do you? And what about the impossible
High expectations you put me through?
J-lo said I ain't your mamma, you better call for food
And everybody knows, that I know that you know I'm speechless
You make big deal out of nothing like if you were eminem
What? You think I won't laugh to support your pain?
There is no worst story or worst game
But there is wrong choices n' they're all the same
What kinda desperate looser try not to laugh at things?
C'mon honey, you think I'm scared?
Your "lifesorry" is not a threaten like you said
You never seen my other side, my best friend is linda blair
You possessed, don't you recognize?

I won't, I won't stay home tonight
I need a story-teller to say everything's fine
I gotta understand that portuguese's fine
But this cage won't ever take me to paradise
And I keep counting 1-2-3
And I keep counting 3-2-1
I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun
But I gotta work this out before my life's done

This hall of fame is so full of talent
I can't waste my time with those selfish bastards
When you hope they'll lift up, they bring you down
There is no such place as our house
And I think you never been a good child
But the time with me made you grow up in a while
And I think I never been an easy kid
But the time with you only made me feel an unreleased bitch
And now I'm here with my suicide squad
Shooting everyone that ones made me stop trying
But this hall of fame is so full of talent
I can't compete with all these disney actors
Does anyone knows why on earth people love to survive?
Did anyone tell them life may not be just about surviving?
Why do they keep talking shit between sheets?
They keep judging people by the color of their skin
They keep judging people
By the gender they're in love with
Are these people unfulfilled?
They don't know about their sins
I don't have any religion but the God I believe
Would definitely want you to move on
Instead of keep talking sh*t

I won't, I won't stay home tonight
I need a story-teller to say everything's fine
I gotta understand that portguese's fine
But this cage won't ever take me to paradise
And I keep counting 1-2-3
And I keep counting 3-2-1
I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun
But I gotta work this out before my life's done
And I gotta work this out before my life's done
And I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta I gotta
Work this out before my life's done

These roads and nowhere to go
The problems and the toasts
The rumors and the goals
The prostitute's love
The money they spend, hard'working is not for them
Slave-control that how they make it work
The drugs, the dealers, the drinks, caipirinha
All this mess in your chest won't give you satisfaction
But if I tell you their reactionis
No more than a song-writing
And if I tell you that street
Had never seen so many people walking
But unfortunately they don't see like going straight to me
Unfortunately they are actually in opposite ways again
My heroes went straight to santa fé
Trying to fight against the overdose into their brain
Mean-while I was llistening to Lana Del Rey
Not any other girl on earth will ever make me feel the same
Is time for me to wake up and pack my things ms.grey
I supposed to be a doctor but I crearly missbehave
And from all that I can say my talents are all gone
I might've left one
And I'm putting in this song

I won't, I won't stay home tonight
I need a story-teller to say everything's fine
I gotta understand that portuguese's fine
But this cage won't ever take me to paradise
And I keep counting 1-2-3
And I keep counting 3-2-1
I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun
But I gotta work this out before my life's done
And I gotta work this out before my life's done
And I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta
Work this out before my life's done

I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun
I'm sorry but you know I ain't fun

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