TOY LOKAZO (akel pastel)

Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah

Okay, okay, yeah, stop pretending to be cool
Okay, okay, you, pass me the vodka and Evervess
Okay, okay, you, stop pretending to be cool
Stop pretending to be cool, stop pretending to be—, hey

They tell me to make a plan and I always say yes
Although I prefer to be lazy watching Lilo and Stitch
They talk about how I rhyme because of my freestyle style
And they are the same shit, like Milo and Nesquik
I put on a happy face and say goodbye to you

It's not the phrase itself, it's the meaning I gave it
I know well how I see things and now I live happily
And they chasing me, it seems like Need For Speed
Time passed and I lost the taste for wine, rum, and tar
I see double since I took scorpion venom
I'm on my way to the kitchen, chewing Clonazepam

And I prepare cookies while my clone bakes bread
I prepare jelly and mix it with flan
If I take a couple of shots, they fall like the bag
You spend all day on the PC, go out a bit, please
If you obey me, the walrus will resent

You'll see me having breakfast at lunchtime
My dark circles grow watching if the bonsai blooms
Unforgettable like the Layconsa commercial
The day they forget me, Forsyth will be president

They are just toys, I found my BuzzLight
Doing freestyle, eyes closed by Pedro de Osma
I connect more with myself whenever I'm offline
And they are addicted to the buzz of likes
Tell them

Listen, supposedly
Typical critics of mixtapes, how sad, the mister arrived
It's raining in Dimsdale
I arrived at Domodin and as a wildcard, like Odin, I make it drizzle
I saw business, you didn't understand

In that circuit, a lot of cyst
Too much bomb your batch of jokes
Pure Disney propaganda
They stop at Tinder, they have to hack System Of a Down
Green Day, they don't go to kindergarten, yeah

They have to change the diskette
They ring the bell, it wasn't that simple
The winter, without Grindr, without filter
Greasy like chicken crispers, onion Pringles
The demon of the end of the world
They change course and give up

Merry-merry Christmas, the only thing you learned at ICPNA
I know my house number and the pizza's
Sparks, kingsize flow with tweezers
Kiss it and uncover it, don't resist
Mystical the enigma of midnight

I want to get lost on an island
We're not the same, you can't turn off Insta
And turn on the Pixar lamp, zigzag bursts
Your voice changes when your teacher takes attendance

Not a hint of artist
I'm in the sky, miska, muska, Mickey Mouse
Check it, check it out, full freestyle
You seek to be a worthy person

Cultured, reliable, but if they insult you, do you get indignant?
Deaf ears to what's not useful
The fuckin' toy signs it for you, true shit, lights, sparks
Like a vis-a-vis in a snap

Traditionalists, work on the sixpack
But their mind is glass, mm, tic-tac
I'm the inner voice that tells you the Tinka numbers
The farm beer, grandma's tooth, the track school, yeah
Shit

Okay, okay, yeah, stop pretending to be cool
Okay, okay, you, pass me the vodka and Evervess
Okay, okay, you, stop pretending to be cool
Stop pretending to be cool, stop pretending to be—, hey

Okay, okay, yeah, stop pretending to be cool
Okay, okay, you, pass me the vodka and Evervess
Okay, okay, you, stop pretending to be cool
Stop pretending to be cool, stop pretending to be—, hey