You put your earphones in, on a beautiful night with a bunch of starts with your window open, with the breeze blowing on your face, while this music is playing in your earphones.
this song gives so much nostalgia now that im listening to it, its giving Mattia Polibio, The Hype House, Charli Damelio, and so much more tiktokers 💀💀
I LOVE THIS SONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!
turn to your only saviour Jesus Christ yall until its too late, Jesus be so good man, he be waking us up every morning, I just pray that you would know Christ for who he really is, May our most high bless yall, in JESUS NAME I PRAY, AMEN,,
I know, I know, I know that you're drunk (yeah) Tell me what you want after this club (oh) You know I get nasty (know I get nasty) Uber ride to my house, I called a taxi (Uber ride to my house, yeah) I'm picky with my women, I'm deciding (oh) Call me to your crib and I'm sliding (yeah) I'm picky with my women, I'm deciding (oh) Call me to your crib and I'm sliding (call me to your crib and I'm) First things first let me get that introduction (let me get that intro) We on a long road to self destruction (self destruction) You were so in love You weren't gon' tell me nothing (you were so in love) Let me get this clear (uh, huh), 'cause I had no idea (yeah) Feeling like I did too much (much) I'm feeling like I did too much (much) Well let's get naughtier (naughtier), yeah I mean naughtier (naughtier) I'm feeling like I did too much (much) I'm feeling like I did too much (much) Yeah, let's party, yeah (party, yeah) Yeah, I need all of ya (all of ya) Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah First things first let me get that introduction We on a long road to self destruction You were so in love, you weren't gon' tell me nothing Let me get this clear 'cause I had no idea Feeling like I did too much I'm feeling like I did too much Well let's get naughtier, yeah I mean naughtier I'm feeling like I did too much I'm feeling like I did too much Yeah, let's party, yeah Yeah, I need all of ya (all of ya) Since you've been gone, I've been just okay I know you mad, you didn't see it my way Since I've been gone, I've been out of space I let lil' Shawty, come here, take your place Ooh, you got it (got it) You couldn't keep my love, you too exotic (couldn't keep my love, yeah) You want a paper plane, I don't mind (you want a paper plane, yeah) I wonder why your girl always smiling (wonder why your girl, yeah)
Em linhas gerais, o homem cordial seria o retrato mais fiel do brasileiro. Ele seria de origem patriarcal (o pai como detentor de direito de vida e morte sobre todos), de herança rural; um homem dominado pelo coração , ou seja, muito afável por um lado, mas, por outro, também muito impulsivo e por vezes até violento.
