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Eram pra Tá

As minhas amadas irmãs
Aos meus amados irmãos
As minhas amadas irmãs
Aos meus amados irmãos (Sant)
Me dá mais um pouco de base Slim
O mundo ao norte
Pineapple BrainStorm
Vamos voltar a realidade, um só caminho
A batida foi meu mano Peu que fez
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá? Me diz, quantos?
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá? Me diz, quantos?
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá?
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá?
Quantos?
Essa cena eu odeio tanto, assassinos
A minoria é quem ama seu trampo
A maioria aqui engana o tempo
E se torna tão perecível, que eu já nem lembro tantos
Uns eram pra ta aqui, talvez foram isentos
E os que hoje tão aqui, será que são exemplos?
Amanhã isso acaba, e o quê que sobra?
Ampulheta se inverteu, impuros pisam no templo
Ainda creio que isso tava escrito
Mas no mínimo tudo tá esquisito
E se a cada novo ciclo, um velho se encerra
Com tantos nossos mortos, será que deus não erra?
Porque é difícil crer que já era a hora
E mais difícil que isso é ver embora
Muito não entendi, e é um incomodo sem ti
Dói no âmago sentir
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Me diz
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá?
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá? Me diz, quantos?
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá?
Quantos eram pra tá aqui?
Quantos eram pra tá?

The Ones That Were Supposed to Be Here

To my beloved sisters
To my beloved brothers
To my beloved sisters
To my beloved brothers (Sant)
Give me a little more Slim base
The world to the north
Pineapple BrainStorm
Let's get back to reality, only one way
The beat was made by my brother Peu
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here? Tell me, how many?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here? Tell me, how many?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many?
I hate this scene so much, murderers
The minority is the one who loves their work
The majority here waste their time
And become so perishable that I can't even remember so many
Some were supposed to be here, maybe they were exempt
And those who are here today, are they exemplary?
Tomorrow all this will end, and what will remain?
The hourglass is inverted, the impure tread on the temple
I still believe that this was written
But at the very least, everything is strange
And if with each new cycle an old one ends
With so many of our dead, does God not make mistakes?
Because it's hard to believe that it was time already
And harder than that is to see it go
I don't understand much, and it's a nuisance without you
It hurts to my core
How many were supposed to be here?
Tell me
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here? Tell me, how many?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?
How many were supposed to be here?