Its Ok To Cry
Essa é p'ra você
P'ra você
Eu odeio explicar, 'cê odeia entender
E se a gente brigar, como resolver?
Eu posso sair, beber por aí
Mas sempre que eu bebo eu me lembro você
Nós dois no quarto é igual cine privê
Me chama de amor, antes de fuder
Deixa eu te levar p'ra outro lugar
Hoje eu vou provar cinquenta tons de você
Yeah, yeah
Notei que esses ice não impressiona você, yeah
Mas não é tudo que eu tenho pra te oferecer, yeah
Eu vou te algemar, mas não vou te prender
Seu coração frio eu vou derreter
E nele eu vou mergulhar
Mas o amor é um rio, e eu não sei nadar, ah
Então vem me ensinar (Hmm)
Então vem me ensinar
Hello my love, let's run tonight
Flee from the responsibilities
Just me and you, in the moonlight
Not care about possibilities
Of fights, crying nights
Out of sight, people's sight
I don't got time to kill
And this is what I feel
Nothing can really fill
The whole in my chest, I wish you the best
You cold hearted bitch, I wish I was dead
It wasn't even nice while it lasted
All that sex and love is all dead
There is nothing left inside
There is nothing left inside
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
P'ra você
Eu odeio explicar, 'cê odeia entender
E se a gente brigar, como resolver?
Eu posso sair, beber por aí
Mas sempre que eu bebo eu me lembro você
Nós dois no quarto é igual cine privê
Me chama de amor, antes de fuder
Deixa eu te levar p'ra outro lugar
Hoje eu vou provar cinquenta tons de você
Yeah, yeah
Notei que esses ice não impressiona você, yeah
Mas não é tudo que eu tenho pra te oferecer, yeah
Eu vou te algemar, mas não vou te prender
Seu coração frio eu vou derreter
E nele eu vou mergulhar
Mas o amor é um rio, e eu não sei nadar, ah
Então vem me ensinar (Hmm)
Então vem me ensinar
Hello my love, let's run tonight
Flee from the responsibilities
Just me and you, in the moonlight
Not care about possibilities
Of fights, crying nights
Out of sight, people's sight
I don't got time to kill
And this is what I feel
Nothing can really fill
The whole in my chest, I wish you the best
You cold hearted bitch, I wish I was dead
It wasn't even nice while it lasted
All that sex and love is all dead
There is nothing left inside
There is nothing left inside
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Wanna make love?
Credits
Writer(s): Wallyson Frank Rodrigues Alencar, Bmind, Jogami
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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