El Diario Del Loco

I hit the street to kill some time
Everything's normal: tourists, losers, wannabe thugs, punks
Maybe it's life or just my gut
But I know how this will end, it’s called an innate sixth sense

They dress like they just won a Grammy and waddle like a duck
In their movie, nobody knows them, not even a soul
It hits me like a demonic instinct
You see their little faces and what they’re about, they’re bleach and ammonia

And how are you?
Good, get lost
I don’t feel like seeing your face and still, I have to do it, but shut up
Here, nobody can stand anyone, but it’s all laughs
Paint us some crap and we’ll act like the Mona Lisa
A trick: The one who loves you doesn’t step on you
So, how many love us?
Silence in the church

Yeah? Tell me, damn it, what’s up? So glad to hear
And the family, all good?
Uh-huh. Oh, yeah, that’s great
Come on, yeah, that’s good, that’s good
Hey, look, I gotta go
Why? Well, I couldn’t care less about your life

(Idiot)

He slept with your girl, and you call him bro
Everyone knows except you, and they’re all quiet
It’s what surrounds you, dude
No matter how much gym bro and selfies in the mirror

Think bad and you’ll be right
Left or right, it’s all the same crap these days
There’s more purity in a dog’s shit in the field
I don’t argue for people who don’t give a damn about me

They’re not streamers anymore, they’re Mother Teresa
They’re judging how Spain’s doing from Andorra, you bastard
Nobody says it here, but we all don’t give a shit
On screen, sure, but to your face, they don’t even flinch

I have the longest prime in history
I’ve seen it all, the broccoli-haired haters hate me
They rap while yawning, and you talk about me?
Of course, you’re gonna talk shit, my necklace is too big for you

I live at the other pole
Sometimes it’s better to be alone
Then you see everything in a different light
You lose the forms, gain the ways

Wanting the sky
Throwing life to the ground
Knowing it’s just a hair away
Chill, smoking, I wait

Crazy, for not following these assholes, I’m a
Crazy, for not dressing and talking the same, they call me
Crazy, for seeing time like it’s gold, I’m a
Crazy, I’m a crazy one, while you all

A friend who betrays you? Fine
A partner who leaves you? Fine
A job where you don’t fit? Fine
A network to be someone else? Fine
Who’s crazy then
If your life isn’t for you?

What they say online doesn’t bother me
You can’t say the same, because without the net, you have no life
That’s the difference that pisses you off and why you’re acting like a beast, you don’t even see your grandma

Tell your partner that for Valentine’s Day
To put the dude she’s sleeping with in your photo with her, anyway
That Lambo looks good on you, even if it’s not yours, bro
While in your Seat León, they’re looking at Beijing

There, sneaky, that doesn’t pay
Succeeding in life isn’t about being loved for a Prada bag
You’re gonna die alone and with issues
Take a course on that, let’s see who the hell would sign up

I’m in my golden age
The diary of the crazy one, I’m not here for your nonsense
Doctoral thesis, free, no charge
If you love the truth, just not to my face

These bars are worth more
They want me to sell out for a dime: Bow down and pull
A less sanitized story
Look how much I care, kid, go make your bed

Crazy, for not following these assholes, I’m a
Crazy, for not dressing and talking the same, they call me
Crazy, for seeing time like it’s gold, I’m a
Crazy, I’m a crazy one, while you all

A friend who betrays you? Fine
A partner who leaves you? Fine
A job where you don’t fit? Fine
A network to be someone else? Fine
Who’s crazy then
If your life isn’t for you?