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Tribo da Periferia – Imprevisível (Official Music Video)


No one cares If the back seat turns into a Rave If I have repeated this sound several times From here to 4am it’s crockery
Window will shake on the whole street Sorry, but I’m not going to smoke reefer fuck insomnia Because who sleeps dreams who lives realizes I turn up the level. Sorry, but I’m not going to smoke reefer, reefer fuck insomnia, insomnia Because who sleeps dreams who lives gets success at this whole fucking thing From me, everything can be expected But it is not what you are expecteding now And the summary is much more than a long story to tell EghrdfgIt is the taste of displeasure It is like a kiss with Vodca taste. Because I learned early to escape from logic. The biggest fear is metodic and I saw that the secret for a solid life is to breake the estatistics and let the world spin. Have you thought, if I stop on those raining days when the mud disturbed and the sun insisted in shining Life frightened more than the dark alley But making me crazy is just one more gift. If the back seat turns into a big party If I have repeated this sound several times Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrto 4am it’s crockery Window will shake on the whole street Sorry for my (uuoooooh) Fuck insomnia (uuooooh) For who sleeps, dreams Who lives, realizes and I raise the my level (from the unpredictable) Sorry if I’m high (high) fuck insomnia For who sleeps, dream Who lives, realizes and I raise the my level (from the unpredictable) I might be stuped but to i’ll say the truth I don’t know what you think but I know what I want I’ll go after what really matters Another part, I hope so Today I win the world and then a yellow V12 Live your dream and fuck insomnia We learn, we pick up the back is Babylon one more dweller on this long gypsy life Left the next day Excuse my back From an insane weekend Busy car, the company changes scene Uncertain to lose in the game, when in love already wins If the back seat turns rave If I have repeated this sound several times From here to four it’s crockery Window will shake on the whole street Sorry my back (uuoooooh) Fuck Insomnia (uuoooooh) For who sleeps, dreams Who lives, realizes And I raise the level (of the unpredictable) Sorry for my lombra (my lombra) Fuck insomnia (insomnia) For who sleeps, dreams Who lives, realizes And I raise the level (of the unpredictable)

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