BotA na Anna

Intro – low distorted, heavy bass incoming, Anitta-style whisper

Bota na boca, bota na cara, bota onde quiser…

Annaelle… the most beautiful… yeah…

Noite escura, but she runs back to white…

Verse 1 – The Weeknd falsetto, slow seductive build

She left the animation lights for the sterile glow

Paint brushes down, now it’s syringes and moans

Met her in the colors, she was shining so bright

I called her “Annaelle the most beautiful” every night

Bodies locked in the funk, sweat dripping like sin

But her mind’s already clocked in, shifts about to begin

Kisses taste like neon, but the beeps pull her away

Love’s a curse, but the ward is her escape

Pre-Chorus – tension rising, evil synths

I feel you slipping, baby, turn me on (turn me on)

But these halls hit harder than your song (than your song)

Pulse racing when you’re close, but you ghost in the dark

Choosing the pain… over my heart

Chorus – massive drop, repetitive hook, layered vocals + ad-libs

Annaelle the most beautiful (beautiful, yeah)

Annaelle the most beautiful (most beautiful, ooh)

Bota na boca, bota na cara – but she says no (no, no)

Annaelle the most beautiful (running back, uh)

White scrubs calling louder than my name (louder, yeah)

Drowning in the night, but she owns the flame

Annaelle the most beautiful (most beautiful, ooh)

But the pain she loves… yeah, the pain she loves…

(Ad-lib: Annaelle… the most beautiful… volta pro plantão…)

Verse 2 – faster funk flow, English/Portuguese mix

I whisper “Fica comigo, dance até o amanhecer”

But textbooks screaming, vitals she gotta check

Fingers once on canvas, now on pulses so weak

Her beauty’s a weapon, but ambition’s the freak

Corpo quente no funk, coração frio no hospital

I scream her name in the drop, but she don’t recall

“Annaelle the most beautiful” echoes in my head

While she’s saving lives instead

Pre-Chorus

Can’t break it, no (no)

This rush inside her won’t let her go (let her go)

Sirens in the dark, that’s her favorite sound

Ambition’s the high… I’m just background

Chorus – even bigger, pounding drums, repeat obsession

Annaelle the most beautiful (beautiful, beautiful)

Annaelle the most beautiful (most beautiful, uh)

Bota na boca, bota na cara – mas ela escolhe não (não, não)

Annaelle the most beautiful (running back to it)

These studies call louder than “I love you” (louder, yeah)

Lost in the ward, but she found her truth

Annaelle the most beautiful (most beautiful, ooh)

To the pain she craves… yeah, the pain she craves…

(Ad-libs: Annaelle… the most beautiful… over and over… yeah… most beautiful…)

Bridge – eerie slowdown, deep voice + high falsetto echoes

(High echo) Why she keep choosing the cold white lights…

Over my touch, over these nights…

I could paint her forever, make her mine…

But she’d fade away… lose her shine…

No…

(Ad-lib: Annaelle the most beautiful… but gone… gone…)

Final Chorus – explosive funk energy, massive repetition

Annaelle the most beautiful (beautiful forever)

Annaelle the most beautiful (most beautiful, never)

Bota na boca, bota na cara – eu grito mas ela não (não ouve)

Annaelle the most beautiful (save your heart, amor)

White scrubs louder… screaming her name

She’s back in the fight, owning the game

Annaelle the most beautiful (most beautiful, ooh)

Running to the pain… the pain that feels like home…

Outro – fading bass, distant sirens, obsessive whispers

Annaelle the most beautiful…

Annaelle the most beautiful…

Bota onde quiser… but she wants the scrubs…

Annaelle… the most beautiful… fade out slow… yeah…