Hey. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel. Love your imperfections, every angle. Tomorrow comes and goes before you know.

(We're rolling suicide). Wake up (wake up). Grab a brush and put a little make up.

(Ah aah, ah, yeah). (Ey). Yine günlerden bir gün ben kaldım harman. Boş kafayı kaldıramam lazım sarmam. Çağırsam kankaları lazım yardımlaşmam.

We go together. Better than birds of a feather, you and me. We change the weather, yeah. I'm feeling heat in December when you're 'round me.

Okay. Why am I waking up out of my sleep. Thinking of ya babe. You had a hold on me. Now I'm feeling freer then I ever been.

Runnin' up that hill, you pushin' me back. Wish that I can make you want it bad. I don't need it though. (I don't need it though).

[Verse 1]. Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains. [Chorus].

And I don't think that I can stop it, here it comes. I do my best to try to block it, redrum. I've been sipping on like, vodka, head's numb.

Hoje, o Martinho conta uma história real. Que infelizmente não teve um bom final. Desde a periferia, até o asfalto.

I was ridin' shotgun with my hair undone. In the front seat of his car. He's got a one-hand feel on the steerin' wheel. The other on my heart.

Quero ser como criança. Te amar pelo que És. Voltar à inocência. E acreditar em Ti. Mas às vezes sou levado. Pela vontade de crescer.

Oh-oh, ooh. You've been runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round throwin' that dirt all on my name.

Man. This happened one, two, three times too much. These dumb-ass niggas. Niggas ain't shit. Come up in yo' crib. All up in yo' fridge. Can't pay rent.

I hear the train a-comin'. It's rollin' 'round the bend. And I ain't seen the sunshine. Since, I don't know when. I'm stuck in Folsom Prison.

Put your make-up on. Get your nails done. Curl your hair. Run the extra mile. Keep it slim so they like you, do they like you? Get your sexy on.

Put your lips close to mine. As long as they don't touch. Out of focus, eye to eye. 'Til the gravity's too much. And I'll do anything you say.

Non fottere il mio squad. Da C.O.G. oro. Non fottere il mio squad. Da C.O.G. oro. Roccia sto col Rkomi. Segna Calvairate.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah (hey). My mama called, "Seen you on TV, son". Said shit done changed ever since we was on. I dreamed it all ever since I was young.

[Intro]. We all want love. How many single ladies out there, looking for love tonight? (Wooo!). Yeah, woo that sadness out.

Nem sei. Dessa gente toda. Dessa pressa tanta. Desses dias cheios. Meios-dias gastos. Elefantes brancos. Vagalumes cegos. Meio emperrados.