Goin' Blind
É a irmandade de rua virando diretoria
Um calibre de idéias, na voz adrenalina
PMC, Charlie Brown, puxe o gatilho da rima
Pensando em melhores dias pra minha vida
Eu me afastei de encrenca
Mas se liga maluco, aqui não tem comédia
Se pagar pra ver o bicho pega na cara
Se ficar na reta,
Não cabe ànós
12 + 1, três vezes oitenta, eu estouro a sua cara
Se embaçar, dou-lhe um, dou-lhe dois, quanto for
12 + 1, três vezes oitenta, eu estouro a sua car
Trouble Me
Trouble..
Trouble me... disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Trouble me... on the days when you feel spent.
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Trouble me.
Speak to me... don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling.
Speak to me... there's no telling where it starts or how it ends.
Speak to me... why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me
Speak to me... when your silence is my greatest fear?
Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden
when my back is sturdy and strong?
Speak to me.
Let me... have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning.
Let me... please don't hide them just because of tears.
Let me... send you off to sleep with a
"There, there, now stop your turning and tossing."
Let me... let me know where the hurt is and how to heal.
Spare? Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling.
Trouble me... disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Speak to me... and let our words build a shelter from the storm.
Let me... And lastly, let me know what I can mend.
There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see.
Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me