Woke up
Like it's a morning in Brazil
The monologue I always had
Now harder than ever
It doesn't stop
Cause you always pop
Like a traffic cop
Whenever I bump into my next mistake
My Summers are always sudden
And saddening
Like falling off a high horse
Or the blunt that gets you off
Off my pieces,you Pisces
Hope you break me into pieces
Sooner than I expect
Sooner than I will regret
I always wonder why
Catherine of Aragon
didn't fight that hard
Now I understand, that
Britain never saw
defence as bad as that
So now I stay with you
In Brazil......
Hoping this limerence
This emergent........
Wastes away faster than I dry my tears
Faster than I forget
I was once on a high horse
Faster than you get to see the frail I am
Keep hiding behind your Berlin wall
Tossing like that unlucky Chelsea ball
Annoying.... but I cum anyway
Come to reach your culmination
An enumeration of suadade
My Brazil nolstagia...
