LOCO

I live in peace every day, complete harmony
That's why I write this verse without knowing how to write
And I don’t know how much I see copying others and
Better not to say it

If today, despite my mistakes
There's something that’s off that makes this work
And I tend to be pretty childish, but I like being this way (ding)
I don’t want to be the typical grumpy old man

The kind that hits the dog because it barks too much
Who’s stuck with the dream of doing something they like
And now lives begrudgingly analyzing their past and
I also don’t want to earn little
I’m not crazy enough

(If your producers make stuffed crocodiles. Haha, damn!)
I don’t want to be the typical fool in their twenties
Who’s on a champagne diet paid for by their rich parents
With a gifted car, lowered as much as it can go
That makes me crawl over speed bumps slow
I also don’t want to earn little
I’m not crazy enough

(And get yourself a well-paying job. Yeah, but…)
I don’t want to be the typical antisocial kid
Who studied programming for the job prospects
Who had one girlfriend who messaged him on Instagram
But never met her and doesn’t know if she’s real

(Well, well, but what do you want to be then?
Umm, me?
Haha, what would that be like, Mr. Personality?
Oh! If I describe myself, I limit myself)

Haha, no, wait, let me explain
Because I let myself be and that makes me different
Or I’m the typical complainer from across the street
I try to be me, absolutely
I don’t follow trends, but I listen and I like it

Even if this works, it becomes a trend
I’d be the trend and… But look at that son of a bitch!
But if it’s a trend what I do
I’m still me and there’s nothing wrong with that

I guess the trick is to let it come naturally
And not try to force it to get a result
This sounds like something, but I don’t care
It comes to me this way, and that doesn’t make it a copy
(And if it comes to others too and they don’t care?
Lalalalala!)

I don’t want to be the typical critic on social media
Who goes around saying what you can and can’t do
Who lives with their mom at almost thirty-nine
And because they live bitterly, all the women ignore them
I also don’t want to earn little

I’m not crazy enough
(And so where do you want to go with this?
Haha, I don’t know, that’s it, I don’t want to think anymore, leave me alone
I’m you, you’re the one thinking
Oh yeah? Here
That just gives you more anxiety, you know?
I hate you