Señores En El Brunch (feat. Kase O.)

The Ringui Dingui is over but not the show
There I have a private from Kase O
180 degrees, oh, bro!
Go all the way down, like the Dembow

I didn't hear you, caught me thinking
I was reading Pérez Galdós
He approached me, caught me having lunch
And asked for a photo, which ended up being two

You already know my people skills
What I don't find normal is that the manager does it
He interrupts me and invites me to eat hot food
To me, who can afford it and not to the homeless

It will improve: Have faith
If you go to Extremadura, don't do it on Renfe
You might end up in the dark in the middle of the train
What a fucking madness, nobody convinces

I saw a lady peeking over the railing
Named Hacienda, will bring soft diet
I didn't manage to catch the bargain
Because of that thong in the middle, someone in charge

One small ladder and another longer
They all come to dance the bamba
The girls will come dressed in tracksuits
This is escalating, Sánchez, the band

You can see it right there
Here it's normal to pay in B
To spend the summer in Palmar Vejer
With macramé bracelets

I like the night, I stay up late
Living in spring, playing in Jerez
Here comes the law that leads to the trap
It doesn't catch me off guard, I'll corrupt myself

Health and freedom, blessed anarchy
A beer and some joints of Mary
In my case, what would you do?
I live on discount, counting the days

Fuck people, fuck people
Fuck, fuck, fuck people
Fuck people, fuck people
Fuck, fuck, fuck people

Lift your head from the phone that daddy pays
And see your nonexistent future
Before you found anarchists, stateless, anarchists
Now I don't know what people are into

Fuck people, fuck people
Repeat: Fuck people
Do you want a motto that really works?
The more hate you give, the better you are

My grandparents were poorer than my parents
If you were born rich, I'm glad
Just one thing, don't talk to me about effort
And above all, don't bother me

I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown
And when it blows, you'll pile up the bodies
The more I need to be God, God, God

If it's true that you get what you give
Take from this letter that hopefully inspires you
I kill for my freedom, don't forget
Whether it's the Führer or Fidel your leader

Get lost, get out of here
Lower your head, big mouth, don't look at me
We're not going to do that collab you're asking for
If you said you're the best, I want you to retire

I flush another amateur rapper down the toilet
Turn MCs into Leticia Sabater
I don't have time like I used to
I have to start drinking earlier

I can't miss my duty
To educate a country and raise a baby
I couldn't handle everything at once
I'm a human being and in the end, I blew up

Health and freedom, blessed anarchy
A beer and some joints of Mary
In my case, what would you do?
I live on discount, counting the days

Fuck people, fuck people
Fuck, fuck, fuck people
Fuck people, fuck people
Fuck, fuck, fuck people

Take a walk around, aha
Take a walk around, aha
Take a walk around
Take a walk and tell me what's there, aha

Take a walk around, aha
Take a walk around, aha
Take a walk around
Take a walk and tell me what's there

Fuck people