[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Dark beats pulsing, shadows ignite,
Montagem whispers through the neon night.
Xonda’s rhythm, a distorted cry,
Bassline trembles, touch the sky.
“Não era amor,” the echoes repeat,
A broken vow, a phantom b**t.
Synthetic hearts in a Latin haze,
Phonk flames burn in the maze.
[Chorus]
Mix the shadows, blend the pain,
No era amor, just a digital chain.
Montagem’s ghost in the speakers roar,
Brazilian bass, we dance for more.
[Verse 2]
808s crashing, the crowd’s hypnotized,
Lights flash crimson, truth disguised.
“Solta o som!”—the DJ screams,
Latin trap drips in midnight dreams.
Fog machines c***e, the memories fade,
Love’s illusion, a serenade.
Phonk distortion, a shattered mirror,
Dance alone—no one hears her.
[Bridge]
Echoes of Xonda, a fractured rhyme,
Tempo accelerates, we’re out of time.
No era amor, just the b**t’s embrace,
A synthetic world we can’t erase.
[Outro]
