UNCLE'S CHAMPAGNE INTERLUDE ft. Dp Araujo Lyrics

Heyanaa

Heyanana

Heyanaa

Heyanana

The trauma became equal to the freedom that keeps on blocking me

Instead of chocking, diagonal lashing

Retaliation on my mind keeps on rock'n me, is a blessing

I'm dressing velour tracksuits, chilling on real track loop

One of my biggest enemies is covering my new house roof

I'm feeling natural, but international fellas are getting national, it's something like nearby factual thoughts

"Xenophobics" are wrong in all the perceptions: auditory or visual, kinesthetic or tactual

Stop with all the hate, this shit's just getting ruthless

Truth is away from us cause the people just fuck with rumours

So many people in pain and campaign is to fuck the loosers

I'm serving champagne to people who bring a lot of hope to us, yeah

I'm trying to represent people, I'll be on USA but I'm not a Judas

Brazil on my soul, on ma heart and my haters are fucking boomers

On music dimension, I'm a producer and such a big consumer

On life dimension, I love my uncle and he died from a tumor

I learned how to get over a loss I had an early bloomer

Actually the father figure was ma mama's "bruddah"

I ain't Vandross but I'm dancing with my father like Luther

He as a bad guy is the biggest misconception

Between the studio and me, there is a close connection, hey

Fire on the session, like I'm biking on the UK, it's only One Direction, ahn

Looking at my own reflection, I'm felling preety with my nikes, and my own made fashion

Hey

it's too realistic

I'm new in the game I'll change just real statistcs (hey, hey)

I've been so figurative like semantics, rethoric and then stylistics

Ahn, I've been opthimistic, conceptual artist, I'm just choosing the mystics (hey, hey)

Considering operations and the incoming logistics

I say "nah" to these wars, let's look at the whole humanistics

Like l'm Orwell, 2 and 2 will never be 5, respect the ballistics

Like Chefin, smelling 212 is fire and ritualistic (hey, hey)

The mans hipocrisy looks only so opportunistic

And meritocracy is for all the ones trying to risk shit

I'll try my best till the day I die

But uncle tell me please I need to know, who am I? (hey, hey)

Woah, to my friends goodbye

I missed parties, their fucking weddings, cause I'm too busy, and I can't lie, I should be heading to mama's home until she die, I'm fucking shy, but fuck this shit, I need to try

I'm tuning into another station

Imagination, we emerging as nation

And national, international

National, international

It's something like nearby passion

It's something like nearby factual thoughts

And I'm serving champagne to people who bring a lot of hope to us

And I'm serving champagne to people who bring a lot of hope to us

Hey

Eeee, heee eeee eeeee

And I'm serving champagne to people who bring a lot of hope to us

(Haahihihi)