Viva a bossa-sa-sa Viva a palhoça-ça-ça-ça-ça Viva a mata-ta-ta Viva a mulata-ta-ta-ta-ta Viva Maria-ia-ia Viva a Bahia-ia-ia-ia-ia Viva Iracema-ma-ma Viva Ipanema-ma-ma-ma-ma Viva a banda-da-da

Record of her favorite blues She just love my big ten inch Record of a band that plays the blues Record of a band that plays those blues Well a band that plays the blues Got me the strangest woman Believe me this trick's no cinch But I really get her

Breaking my back Pulse is stuttering Mental attack My thoughts clattering Leading this dead horse Is exhausting I'm breaking to see

That's why the lady is a tramp Life without care She gets too hungry for dinner at eight She likes the theatre and never comes late She never bothers with people she'd hate Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls Won't go to Harlem in ermine and

A new sensation Are you ready for a new sensation Live baby live Now that the day is over I got a new sensation In perfect moments Impossible to refuse Sleep baby sleep

Inolvidable Esa manera 'e besar Esa manera 'e bailar Pégate lento Quiero tu cuerpo Besarte el cuello suavemente Sin importar lo que diga la gente Sentirte para mí es suficiente Di way you wind

Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom I want you to be mon amour Ooh, you give me butterflies Ooh, you feel like paradise Ooh, we should sneak away Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom (hey) This is a private jam I see you walking with a hippie

It's making me sad Can't take just a picture of you It's making me mad That I can't get past You call me, oh, you call me all the time You tell me, oh baby, yeah, you're mine I like you, baby draw me all these smiles I like you, but it's just so, so many

Yeah, uh, yeah I love Trippie Redd Yeah, Big 14, baby Big 14, Big 14, baby, ayy, yeah Gotta tell you something, coming up from overreacting I don't be asking if you're lacking And it must be something, you must feel the energy You must feel it when we're

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told