Bound 3
(I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin')
(With nobody to love, nobody, nobody)
(So just grab somebody, no leavin' this party)
(With nobody to love, nobody, nobody)
E eu te prometo que eu volto de noite com um troféu
O que é meu eu nunca solto mesmo sem voto e sem véu, bitch
E no caminho dessa glória
Pondo um fim a tudo que eu pude ver
Mais de 50 histórias que só eu sei reescrever, bitch
Chamo de missão suicida
Talvez pra isso que eu sirva
Pra ser usado pra tapar buraco em outras vidas
Enquanto a minha tem um furo com o formato de um cara
Que eu busquei do outro lado e no caminho abri camadas
Camadas
Portas de mil camadas
Várias das vidas que eu baguncei, larguei fechando nada
Então o ar passa, passa pelas frestas geladas
De várias portas que logo estarão fechadas
Te juro cara de portas que estarão fechadas
Te juro cara de portas que estarão fechadas
And I've been writing my wrongs
Claiming there's an ending, while play the same old songs
Searching for the answer, for some place that I belong
Some place I belong
E eu não posso fazer nada
Tô preso até que toda porta seja fechada
Jornada sera longa mas I'll be back home
I'll be back home
Bound 3
(I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin')
(With nobody to love, nobody, nobody)
(So just grab somebody, no leavin' this party)
(With nobody to love, nobody, nobody)
And I promise you that I'll come back at night with a trophy
What's mine I never let go even without a vote and without a veil, bitch
And on the way to this glory
Putting an end to everything I could see
More than 50 stories that only I know how to rewrite, bitch
I call it a suicide mission
Maybe that's what I'm good for
To be used to fill holes in other lives
While mine has a hole in the shape of a guy
That I sought from the other side and along the way opened layers
Layers
Doors of a thousand layers
Many of the lives I messed up, left without closing anything
So the air passes, passes through the cold cracks
Of several doors that will soon be closed
I swear dude, doors that will be closed
I swear dude, doors that will be closed
And I've been writing my wrongs
Claiming there's an ending, while playing the same old songs
Searching for the answer, for some place that I belong
Some place I belong
And I can't do anything
I'm stuck until every door is closed
The journey will be long but I'll be back home
I'll be back home