Que Pasa Afuera (feat. Akapellah)

Hey, yo (baby)
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay, eh

The early morning passed waiting for her to return
I was awake for more than 82 hours (baby)
With a worn-out face, covered by dark circles
And a poisoned look, they ask what happened outside

I'll have to do it somehow
I'll have to go against the feeling, even if it hurts (baby)
I'll have to leave behind the powers that keep me awake
And I can't control myself as much as I love her

I have to learn to separate the ends
I don't want to answer questions anymore
They look for me, do they get scared? Apologies (baby)
To the rappers who care

I warn you that there's no chance when Luca takes over
Enjoying the white of the Cordillera on the road
I went out to the street armed and shirtless (baby)
I talked with Gonzalito, then greeted Manuela

And now I came to give you rap lessons with Akapellah
What do those bitches expect?
They despair for the dollar, for Bitcoin, for papers and coins (baby)
I don't come from their school, I never stepped on their ground

I'm just a bandit like my dad and my grandpa
With Benja by my side, we're taking flight
In the street we're active, doing our thing
I'll continue towards my goal and soon I'll win the trophy

I celebrate with my people and generate more jobs for them
15 years rapping, shooting at the ugly ones
Don't let time betray you like it did to Mateo (baby)
Many fantasize but I don't believe them
Because they claim to be street but I don't see them on the street, sons of bitches (ah)

Time passes, some cycles open and others close (life)
Since I have no one to make love to, I make war (baby; rrr)
Today the diplomatic Pedro didn't come to party (no)
I protect my energy because there are a lot of shitty people (shit)

I connect with my alter ego, I eat and he smokes weed
I play a Biggie Small, then a Juan Luis Guerra (baby)
And I think, if one were to calculate the time wasted on nonsense that won't go with you the day you depart
I spend all day thinking about what I lack (no)

I forget to enjoy what I have, which I love (family, baby)
The valuable can't be touched, the ingenious can't be copied (never)
The goal is to feel fulfilled the day death comes
Although I still lack (yeah), my heart still jumps (ah)

When the beat plays or when Mero Mero sings (baby)
I don't know if I'm a good person or if I'm a gangsta (no)
But despite playing fair, I like the trap, I love it
I watch my friends ignoring their train
And I cling more to work, to walk and eat well (me, baby)
I control my anxiety by playing on the Play
And if I get depressed, I remember I have James (love you)
I don't go to parties, I don't go out anymore (no)

With all this money, I can vacation in Malmö (Sweden)
I don't follow bad advice as the psalm says
I meditate day and night, and calm down without Rivotril (amen)
Youth is short and old age is long
And death is forever, so I must make it count (baby)

The pain, every theme, every flow, every poem (yeah)
Every drop of my blood running through my veins (yes)
Every new dawn, every full moon night (aha)
The small details forgotten due to problems (baby)
Where will I go next? May the dilemma not end
These are things I ponder while the joint burns, Homer

Yeah, hey, ah, yeah
From Maracay, Venezuela
Yeah
Homer el Mero Mero, from Bardero'

This is not music, it's a drug
Tell me, Benja
From Venezuela and Argentina, it's the Latin community
Of young people who craft rhymes and sing them before hundreds on stages