What's up, man? I have a little question for you, man. Just one? Just one. Tell me how it is with the party, the limousine, the money. Ah, the typical question of all, man. Yes, man. No, starting, there is no limousine. Unless... No, man. Look, if the artist's life is difficult, man, it's also fun. But it's like this, like that. That's the definition. And I'm going to explain to you what it is like this, like that. Listen. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. It's the pure truth. Being an artist, sometimes, it's just like that. Everything looks luxurious, first class. But let me tell you about my first trip. Or rather, my first tour. It wasn't with Michael Jackson, nor Shakira. It was with Rupert Redd. And there wasn't much payment. I mean, no cash. Let it be very clear. It was the beginning, there wasn't much to choose from. The people of the sound were pure. Anyway. The hotel looked like a concentration camp. The sound was like poop during the performance. I didn't travel much. I didn't sleep much. But that's how it is, man. That's how I wanted to emerge. I don't complain, I just tell the truth, man. The artist's life is like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. We have everything with records. Yes, my label works very well. Yes, well, they're good. But you have to urge them, load them, mark them. So that they react and continue to work. Too Much Love always says, I bring it in, I promote it, unify, well, defend. Translation, Too Much Love is a contractor. He takes care of me and other artists. When I call him, he always says, No, I'll call you later. Whatever, bastard. There are also people like the producer, Like Pontry, who gets angry and is demanding. When we record, he wants me to do it first. Luckily I'm brave, so there's no problem. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes there's nothing. As the song says, it's like this, like that. Like this, like that. It means that there is no more. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. And it's not a lie, it's pure truth. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. It means that there is no more. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. Like this, like that. It's good, it's good, man. But there's a better song. Which one? It's called... Wait, no, it's number three on the album. Do you know which one it is? No, I have no idea, man. Which one is it? It's called Shut Your Mouth. Let's go have a drink instead, man. Let's go, let's go. Relax, relax. Thank you.