Surfboard - Roberto Menescal e Seu Conjunto

I love you don't know why Baby maybe you can tell me You can try Come look me in the eye Ay Ay Ay Am I too drunk in love? Overdosed on that love rollercoaster Im so selfish The kid won't share the candy Drunk like alky In love with that brandy I take another sip and overdose and thank me If im the money bank me Frankly I could be the hanky to your tears Don't hand me Talking all emotions Are provoking all these notions Are they handy? My love like water You be on that surfboard Surfboard From way before your birth chord Im that lipstick That Dom Perignon While you sipped it Licked it The make up while you fixed it The belt around your weist All the sugar that you taste I'll be all up in your jeans Ain't no drips will be waste Im the wind that blows your hair In the mirror that you stare Im your car seat Souls on your bar feet Rolls for your car key The clothes for your party Im ice in your Bacardi So nice in your Ferrari Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Yo You're so fine Will you be my parking ticket? Or be the free space Baby can I park up in it? Im your belt buckle Kissing on your belly button Im all ears Hoping that you tell me something Im the hair in the back of your neck Im them ninas for your tech Why I must now bust now The pen that writes the cheque The the ink thats on your finger Im them grills on your teeth Im the taste in your tongue Im the only one you keep Im the pillow that you sleep on While them nightmares creep on The Puff to your Biggy Im the smoke to your ciggy My love like water You be on that surfboard Ah Surfboard From way before your birth chord Im that lipstick That Dom Perignon While you sipped it Licked it Your make up while you fixed it The belt around your weist All the sugar that you taste I'll be all up in your jeans Ain't no drips will be waste Im the wind that blows your hair In the mirror that you stare Im your car seat Souls on your bar feet Rolls for your car key The clothes for your party Im ice in your Bacardi So nice in your Ferrari Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Now take a second to think Look I aint saying come back But baby don't act dumb Just follow the facts I know you know what to do When you do it do it right Im tryna put you in that mind frame We don't love to fight You're close to what hate Suppose you just wait I propose you buss case So those you must plate How it feel the fake love? You're scared to break glove The pain is pay cut You're famous say what You know we don't kill Theres only one will The holy hold still The go g-gold pill My love like water You be on that surfboard Ah Surfboard From way before your birth chord Im that lipstick That Dom Perignon While you sipped it Licked it Your make up while you fixed it The belt around your weist All the sugar that you taste I'll be all up in your jeans Ain't no drips will be waste Im the wind that blows your hair In the mirror that you stare Im your car seat Souls on your bar feet Rolls for your car key The clothes for your party Im ice in your Bacardi So nice in your Ferrari Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you Still don't know why I love you

Surfboard By N/A S-e-r-g-i-o you know??? will.i.am shape and move. This new genre hip-hop, samba soul. Bossa Nova, Urban Classical. Pumping sonic from your audio. From El sudando to Sao Paulo. W - I with double L, I am and I will, show and tell Y'all that this fusion will never fail, so read it On the L and read it well. If you black we broke it Up as well. Cause we rock ya and we rock ya well All my people Break dancing on my left. Shaka Shaka Sha, Take it to the middle and get hot All my dancing Capoeiring to my right, Zhaka, zhaka zha, take it to the floor 'n' don't stop. If your samba in the back, Zhaka zhaka zha, take it to the floor get loose. If your up against the wall with subduse. Zhaka, zhaka zha, come on get doing what you do Do what you do, Do what you know, Don't hold it back just let it go. Make it silent like a silent O, Rhythmically we Africano, More liylicly on piano, It's Maestro Sergi-adda- O We make this butter like butter on, Pop Pop the pop the popcorn. And you cant stop us once we on, Cause once we on i know your on. It's the S-E-R the I the O, Will.I.Am is in control, I think you know (Check it). All my people Break dancing on my left. Shaka Shaka Sha, take it to the middle and get hot All my dancing Capoeiring to my right, Zhaka, zhaka zha, take it to the floor 'n' don't stop. If your samba in the back, Zhaka zhaka zha, take it to the floor get loose. If your up against the wall with subduse, zhaka, zhaka zha, come on get doing what you do.

Vai pegar feito bocejo Ou que só o sentido vê Instigado num lampejo Despertado pelo beijo Que o baile parou pra ver Da marchinha fez silêncio Num silêncio escutei Uma disritmia em meu coração Que se instalou de vez