| Uh uh, yea yea uh uh
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| Turn the music up, uh uh
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| Yea yea, yea yea, yea yea
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| Okay okay, we almost there
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| Let’s go let’s go, uh uh
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| Yea yea, yea yea, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| É tudo nosso
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| Conexão Brasil, Estados Unidos
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| É pra chapar rapá…
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| Eu tenho o prazer de dizer que tou ahhh
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| Aqui agora para cantar para você, para balançar
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| Se voce quiser, pode chegar, pode dancar
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| Ohhhhhhhh
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| Last night I had a dream that was so real
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| I woke up in a cold sweat, it felt so ill
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| I stared into the face of an angel
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| Tainted by the city, you ain’t from this place it’ll change you
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| Walkin by, I thought I was sly
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| Offered to try, at first I thought she was shy
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| 'Til I saw this guy at the bar talkin to her reckless
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| She ignored him, cast a glance in my direction, started dancin to my section
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| … Her body flyer than a jet pilot
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| What a smile and the eyes like wet violets
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| They flutter by like the wings of the butterfly
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| Keep it tight, Eva Mendes in The Other Guys
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| Got me in another zone — they call her Sunshine like
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| «Put your mother on the phone, I ain’t comin home»
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| Put a deposit on a place in her heart
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| All along she a place from the start
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| My favela love, man I fell in love, man I fell in love
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| Man I fell in love, man I fell in love
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| Man I, man I fell in love
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| Man I, man I, uh
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| Ehhhh, a gente é desse jeito mesmo é diferente
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| Ehhhh, é brasileiro é swingueiro, é coração
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| Ehhhh, a gente é que bota fé na vida pode cre
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| Tamo ai para viver para encarar
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| (Ehhh) A vida pro que der e vier
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| É nois que tá na fita agora pode crê
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| Brasil crescendo a gente tá ai para aparecer
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| Se voce quiser colar com a gente, não tem nada não
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| A gente vai correndo junto nessa mesma união
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| Brasil o povo de mistura raca pé no chão
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| Objectividade na vontade de crescer
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| A feeling of panic engulfin the whole planet
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| Yet my words are slow dancin, my language is romantic
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| Vocabulary that’s bustin your capillaries
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| My freedom’ll taste sweeter than juices of blacker berries
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| My adversaries speak I’ll of my name, I’m so sick
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| Attack is very guerilla, my game is so pimp
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| Everything fall into place, it’s gravitational
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| Profit stay in the black, the shade is so un-fadeable
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| Healthy relationship make your other ones better
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| I’m Lee Scratch Perry, they call me the upsetter
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| For the cheddar get the bread up
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| Mr. International call it the bruschetta, the spiritual newsletter
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| I wish you knew the arc of the story and knew your part
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| You’re lookin into my heart or just lookin to be a part
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| From a boss in my prime, look how we crossin the finish line
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| How you tired, I stay wired like I was offered a line
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| Uh, uh
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| I don’t wanna bang it or beat it, hit it or stab it
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| You’re listenin to voodoo, I call it the black magic
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| You jammin up the traffic, you bubble, it don’t stop
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| It might blow up but it won’t go pop
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| «Pow!» |
| That’s the sound like onomatopoeia
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| Got me floatin when you (Rockin My Boat) like you Aaliyah
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| Got them African features like people out in Bahia
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| Mix tobacco with the reefer like you was a European
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| When I leave I’m gonna miss you, (Official) like Kardinal
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| Trust I’ll come back and I’ll visit for carni-val
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| When I come back around, take me out on the town
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| And you can show me how you put it down
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| My favela love, man I fell in love, man I fell in love
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| Man I fell in love, man I fell in love
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| Man I, man I fell in love
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| Man I, yea, yea yea… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Favela Love, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп