(Fê Magalhães)

Voz: Fê Magalhães
Guitarras, backings e programação: Maurício Peixoto
Teclados: Roberto Bez
Baixo: Daniel Bez
Percussões: Quinho Mibach
Mixagem e Masterização: Fábio Della


I loved you till last night
So sick and true it hurt at times
You were in every single dream I dreamed
You were in every single fucking good thing I did
Then your secret came up
Honey, I couldn't believe my ears
It was so frightening to find out how you've been
Letting yourself be used by her for years and years

And you don't seem to care
Whenever she calls you are there

I knew you weren't good at dealing with your deepest fears
But knowing now you've been someone else's spare for ten years
This proves to be too much even for me
How can I be oblivious to all this shit I see
Hear this, toy boy,
She only wants to play
She'll never leave him, trust me
You won't live to see that day
He gives her money
He gives her fame
He keeps her high
She'll never give up on his name

She may say she loves you in the sac
But she runs right to her man the minute you turn your back
And you don't seem to care

Till Last Night

Lyrics:
Well I got nothing to say
But got an album to make
And gotta write all the goddamn songs

All inspiration away
This might have been a mistake
To write a line takes me all day long

So should I sing about how I'm feeling? No, that's bullshit
I don't know
But what I do know is that you probably should skip this song


Maybe a song about war?
No, that would just be a bore
And I've never even held a gun

So should I talk about sex?
Or a whole world of latex?
and just pretend that I am "the one"

Or should I make a song about making a song about songs
I don't know
But what I do know is that you probably should skip this one


Should I make
Some lyrics
So senseless
About a corn flake vanless
Flying up to meet the queen
And steal her apple pie

Or should I
Stop writing
Start college
Hold all of the worlds knowledge
Pretend that life is good
When I would rather die


Maybe I'd talk about hate
Just make a giant clickbait
Since I guess that is all that counts

Should I pretend that I'm rich?
And ostentatious as shit
With 20 cents on my bank account

will I be able to record this  song in just one take?
I don't know

You Probably Should Skip This Song

Música e letra - Paulo Anhaia
Produzido, Gravado, e editado por Paulo Anhaia no Estúdio Sonastério (Minas Gerais)
Segundo engenheiro - Arthur Damasio
Assistente - Pedro Asfora
Mixado e Masterizado por Paulo Anhaia na Nave do Anhaia

Bateria - Lugui Nassam
Guitarras e violões - Pedro Asfora
Teclados - Spencer Pablo
Voz - Celso Alves
Coro - Jorginho Luiz, Wagner Pereira, Waldyr Lima Neto, Davi Oliveira, Pedro Cavalcante, Felipe Dias, Jefin Batera, e Paulo Anhaia
Backings e Baixo - Paulo Anhaia

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