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Participações de vários artistas que agregam nessa viagem musical.

Musica: BROTEI NO BAILE DO KARATE
Interprete: Davizin
Produção Musical: WC DO KARATE
Gênero: Funk/Brasil

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BROTEI NO BAILE DO KARATE

BROTEI NO BAILE DO KARATE - Wc Do Karate, Davizin (MELHORES FUNK 2024)

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1000 prod AYECHRIS

This EP captures the restless tension of waiting for change while feeling stuck. Honest lines about numbness hope and the grind paint a road of patience and quiet pain
[Chorus]
I been road runnin’, back and forth, (skrrt, skrrt).
Back and forth, back and forth, (uh-huh, uh-huh).
I been road runnin’, back and forth, (yeah, yeah, yeah).
Back and forth, back and forth, (woo, woo, woo).

[Verse 1]
Survivin’ all day long, (uh, uh).
Oh na na, drawin’ cards, (yeah, yeah).
’Til I end up with the ace of spades, (nah, nah).
Uh oh, uh oh, buried alive in my doubt and my drugs, (woo).
I don’t fear nobody, I’m so high, can’t feel my body, (yeah).
You can feel it in the room, (feel it, feel it).
See it in the mirror, (uh-huh).
He’ll never disappear, (nah, nah).
You can feel it in the room, (yeah, yeah).
Smell it in the air, (woo).
Holdin’ me back from fulfillin’ my destiny, (grr, grr).
Paintin’ eyes on the inside of my skull, (lookin’ back at me).
Burnin’ all the photos of the person I could never be, (flames).
Drownin’ in temptation, there’s no way that I can win, (nah).
Sick of all the pills that he want me to take, (fuck that).
And all the lies he make, (woah).

[Chorus]
I been road runnin’, back and forth, (skrrt, skrrt).
Back and forth, back and forth, (uh-huh, uh-huh).
I been road runnin’, back and forth, (yeah, yeah, yeah).
Back and forth, back and forth, (woo, woo, woo).

[Verse 2]
My sweet salvation, (yeah, yeah).
I just want to feel you on my skin, (uh).
Drowning in temptation, (woo).
There's no way that I can win, (nah, nah).
Every night, (uh-huh).
The same dream, (yeah).
An empty bed, (lonely).
But I'm not alone, (no, no).
I can see the devil in the good doctor, (uh).
Sick of all the pills that he want me to take, (pop, pop).
Hate the way I feel and I can't get better, (nah).
Who am I to say if it's real or fake?, (hmm).
The price that I pay for the life that I chase, (woo).
So much fake love when I’m chasing the hype, (hype).
I've been in the dark for so long, (so long).
And you put me in the spotlight, (bright lights).
I know I'ma die young, (die young).
'Cause I know that you got my heart, (my heart).
And it's funny 'cause you don't want yours, (nah).
But you still keep tearing mine apart, (uh).

[bridge]
Mmhm, mmhm
Mmhm, mmhm
Mmhm, mmhm
Mmhm, mmhm (Ah)

[Chorus]
I been road runnin’, back and forth, (skrrt, skrrt).
Back and forth, back and forth, (uh-huh, uh-huh).
I been road runnin’, back and forth, (yeah, yeah, yeah).
Back and forth, back and forth, (woo, woo, woo).



Bipolar Nights

[Intro]
Yeah…
They don’t see the work behind the scenes.
They don’t see the hustle, the grind, the sacrifice.
Every brick, every trap, every wall…
I’m turnin’ it into wealth.

[Verse 1]
Stackin’ cash where they can’t see, I’m playin’ smart,
Trap house walls full of lessons, every move a part.
Every corner, every crack, got Gwolah hidin’ tight,
Late nights, early mornings, grindin’ in the night.
They laugh, they doubt, they think I’ll fall,
But I’m built to rise, built to take it all.
Riskin’ everything, but calculated, precise,
Every move I make is cold as ice.

From the block to the trap, from the floor to the roof,
Every dollar I stash is my proof.
Proof I survived, proof I thrived, proof I never stop,
I flip the game, I take my shot.
Hustle in my veins, ambition in my soul,
I’m stacking Gwolah, reaching every goal.
Every hater, every snitch, every trap they set,
I turn it to power, I’m cashing every bet.

[Chorus]
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Every brick, every move, I’m answering calls.
Turn the struggle into paper, flip it all,
Gotta keep grindin’, gotta stand tall.
They want to see me fail, want me to fall,
But I’m making moves, stacking Gwolah.
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Rise above, hustle hard, answer the calls.

[Verse 2]
I see the snakes, I see the fake, I see the games they play,
But I’m two steps ahead, stackin’ Gwolah every day.
Every corner, every wall, every hidden space,
I flip adversity into a winning race.
They want me down, want me stressed, want me trapped,
But I turn pressure into currency, never collapse.
Grinding nonstop, riskin’ it all,
I’m building my empire inside these walls.

Late nights with the beats bumpin’, money on my mind,
Every trap I set is my grind defined.
From the lows to the highs, I move with precision,
Every dollar I stash is my vision’s decision.
They don’t see the struggle, they don’t see the pain,
But I turn it to power, turn it to gain.
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Every brick a testament, every move calls.

[Chorus]
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Every brick, every move, I’m answering calls.
Turn the struggle into paper, flip it all,
Gotta keep grindin’, gotta stand tall.
They want to see me fail, want me to fall,
But I’m making moves, stacking Gwolah.
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Rise above, hustle hard, answer the calls.

[Bridge]
Life throws tests, life throws traps, life throws shade,
But I turn it into Gwolah, turn it into my trade.
Every risk, every move, every sleepless night,
Is a step closer to power, a step closer to flight.
They want you weak, they want you broke,
But I rise higher with every risk I poke.
Stashin’ Gwolah, buildin’ empires, grindin’ strong,
Every wall tells a story, every brick’s a song.

[Verse 3]
Now I’m counting stacks while they sleep,
Every move calculated, every play deep.
They wanted me down, wanted me out,
But I’m cashin’ every win, I’m risin’ no doubt.
From the trap house walls to the top of the game,
Every dollar I stashed is proof of my name.
They want to hate, they want to doubt, they want to stall,
But I turned my hustle into a call.

Grinding nonstop, nothing comes free,
Every dollar stashed is my legacy.
Gwolah in the walls, ambition in my chest,
I’m built for the hustle, built for success.
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Rise above, claim your crown, answer the calls.

[Final-Chorus]
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Every brick, every move, I’m answering calls.
Turn the struggle into paper, flip it all,
Gotta keep grindin’, gotta stand tall.
They want to see me fail, want me to fall,
But I’m making moves, stacking Gwolah.
Stashin’ Gwolah in the trap house walls,
Rise above, hustle hard, answer the calls.

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