Sync Different

Get up on the floorJust what you feelYou know ,i'm for realYou can boogie boogie no more
You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night
Disco disco night
Tell me what you wantLove me love me trueYou say , I don't knowI don't want, don't want to leave you,
You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night
Disco disco night
Get up on the floorJust what you feelYou know ,i'm for realYou can boogie boogie no more
You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night
Disco disco night
Tell me what you wantLove me love me trueYou say, I don't knowI don't want, don't want to leave you,
X2

Make It Better
Can I make it better
Before you say we through
I wanna try harder
Come on please let me back to you
I feel so much stronger
When you close to me
I know I’ve done everything wrong, it’s my reality…
I wanna try to make it better between you and me
Here’s my money and my body, do what you gotta
do!
Make it better, better
I wanna try to make it better between you and me
Here’s my money and my body, do what you gotta
do!
After all that we’ve been through
I never wanted to hurt you (and try to make you
cry)
Thinking of you with someone else (you said that
your love will never last)
It’s hard to change a man but I really wanna try
Make it better

An other summer breath
crise his melancholy deep inside.
But he doesn't understand between his pain and his distress
So he always sit in the same place hoping something gonna change But he always listen a voice wich plays a strange melody

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours, anyone can makes mine *4
A new winter breeze increased his pain deep inside
He want to get closer to the light but the fears is holding him back His refuge is the solitude who takes him away from his soul
But this strange melody gives him a way to become free

If you cross my way, let me make your day If i cross yours anyone can makes mine *4

He tries to believe cos he knows it, cos he knows it, cos he knows it *4

Funk iluminado, bateria da mangueira
Nosso funk ta ligado de segunda a sexta feira
Funk ritmado com cozinha de primeira
Belo funk revoltado no swingue da rockeira
Funk bagunçado descambando em barulheira
Vira funk sossegado do vovô na gafieira
Funk liberado sem receio sem barreira
Pelo funk misturado com forró e capoeira
Povo mal nutrido da caatinga, do cerrado
Vira povo divertido pelo beat do pecado
Povo destemido de miséria ta cercado
Belo povo colorido da mistura derivado
Povo extrovertido generoso e relaxado
Nosso povo é resolvido teje certo teje errado
Povo emputecido com destino complicado
Pelo povo corrompido que se cala no senado