Bro, Você Garoteou 歌词

We were all online together Dropping in, map under control Calling the shots, full-on strategy One wrong move, and it took its toll Pings were flying, loot on the ground The plan was tight, till it all went down One slip, and the mission broke Just needed one to hold the cloak A voice cracked through the headset Bro, like we say in Brazil: Você garoteou But the tone came off too sharp And made my anger grow It was just a tip, not an attack But you took it straight to heart We all mess up – it’s part of the game But was it really that hard to take? If the squad falls, we get back up Next run in, we tear it up Just don’t forget, bro, please be sure Every pro slips But messing up is gamer folklore Silence hit the squad like static Muted keys, no reaction You went quiet, took it heavy Felt like public humiliation We laughed, but it wasn’t mocking Just tension breaking, no hard knocking But cold screens don’t translate How a voice can sometimes grate Between pixels and connections There’s pride and misperception Sometimes we just need reflection To remember, it’s all for fun and reception It was just a tip, not an attack But you took it straight to heart We all mess up, it’s part of the game But was it really that hard to take? If the squad falls, we get back up Next run in, we tear it up Just don’t forget, bro, please be sure Every pro slips But messing up is gamer folklore Now breathe in, hit ready The squad's waiting, signal steady In the end, no one’s MVP If we forget we're here to be free