Loco pero no tanto Lyrics (English Translation) – Zaramay

[Intro]
Friend, your lyrics clear my mind and heal my heart.
Zara, I want to thank you, you encourage me to be a better person, brother. I love you, brother
Zara, your music is the best in the world, we love you
I listened to your music when I had hit rock bottom and, thanks to its emotional support, I was able to get out
Thank you, Zara, for your music, always keeping Argentina at the top
The bosses with the bosses
The toughest pencil in Argentina, the only one, the only real one, the one who never sold out to fashion
Admiration, codes, respect and loyalty, the bosses with the bosses
Yeah, and it goes like this

[Verse]
We got through those years, the drums are still going strong
How many nights with Satan, that sultan with a thousand loves
It was a good time in hell, doubts and fears
And today a gangster is the one who instills values ​​in his son
They worry about being well dressed for the party
And they wouldn’t set foot in a hospital for a checkup
Today they criticize you for being honest, snowflake generation
But one more stripe on the tiger, what harm can it do?

I’m working my ass off for the money, they won’t bring me to my knees.
They say I’m looking for plastic surgery, and they charm me with the simple ones.
Shot in a hallway, lying on a stretcher.
I’d fight for you, even the demon of your nightmare.
They’ve been brainwashed, what world are they living in?

They get vaccinated without knowing what the hell they’re putting in them
And they suffer the problems the dose caused
Heart attacks, news reports lying
I’m tired of it, the third time’s not the charm
Promising me so many things that were never fulfilled
It’s beautiful but it hurts, life hits hard
And the important thing is always to realize a relapse
I do what I want, yes, I silenced a whole genre
They couldn’t compare this rapper to the cumbia singers
Me alone, even if the cowboys’ reunion comes

Never trust the word of a black drug dealer
Maybe one day you’ll wake up with a distorted reality
If we think a little, tragedy is avoided
You went out for drinks with your friends in the early morning
They locked you up and left a family devastated
You can act crazy, driving around with the .40
Like they do in Yankeeland or in PR, the Puerto Ricans
You enjoy yourself, but always remember, “Memento mori”
I’m tired of the gunshots, I’m ready to make history
I’m crazy, yeah, but I’m hard to forget
Like those kisses I used to give you at night, baby
But I know that Jesus and time, ma, will work everything out
No one will ever take care of my own son like I do
One day without you, an eternity, I’m so sorry
These things that a few of us go through these days
Sometimes even I can’t believe, man, all that I endure
Days I want to leave, other days I get up
It’s another night I can’t sleep
The demons in my head pray, man, for me to cease to exist
They’re the inner voices, I diagnose myself in my room
Depression without taking Rivotril, without going to a session
Thank God rap is my way, my freedom of expression
And everything helps increase the terrible pressure
And I’m not going back to that place if there was anything involved Betrayal
Maybe I’m happy under a bridge or a sad soul in his mansion
Sooner or later, the one who hustled ends up badly
They’re all friends when there’s business involved
Your wife became a widow, then your partner screwed her over
You’ll meet your partner after the divorce
Maybe you didn’t realize I had nothing
And at the same time, my love, I was giving you everything
And that’s what hurts the most, and the saddest thing is that the devil dresses as a saint
And that love doesn’t exist without signing papers
They betrayed me so much that I became addicted to loneliness
The shark on this court shows mentality
They think money buys happiness
He complained because it’s an iPhone 13, another is happy without Christmas
Today my hands, mamacita, don’t touch your lap
They are the ribbons of my ink that caress the Canson sheet
They were lost to coke, to bullets
Don’t let drügs break your dream into pieces
Something I am is Honestly, and do you know what the problem is?

If they tell you the truth, you don’t want to talk about it anymore
I was fighting for my dreams while you were on tour
And the truth hurts them when they live in a world of lies
I’m still impulsive, it’s hard for me and I can’t control it
I interrupt my routine, I derail and lose control
On top of an armored car, armed with two cholos
The world is too much of a son of a b!tch to leave my son alone
He who doesn’t fight loses, life doesn’t defeat me
You can’t fool, least of all the owner of the ball
Who is still the same if it shows from afar
You upload photos laughing but inside you’re broken
How many children die of cancer at the Garrahan Hospital
The cats go to Europe on a LATAM flight
Sadness camouflages itself in an Instagram story
And poverty slips away by buying a Dodge RAM
M*mmy, I know hardworking and beautiful girls
Who lost their way because of tussi, pink powder
And Businessmen who lost everything because of drügs
The love of their children, their wives
Work so that no government affects your wallet
Out of ten, one thinks like this, that’s why not everyone is a crook
The ambitious one and the one who is content with being simple
You decide whether to live poor or die rich
Maybe it’s easy to talk when the fridge is full
But there are others who don’t even have a can in the cupboard
Many who don’t have a roof over their heads and it’s cold outside
And you complaining about things, girl, that aren’t worth it
It seems like it was yesterday, playing Sega Looney Tunes
Worse things will come, even more than what we’ve already lived through
Where losing dignity became commonplace
Where a lyric is worth less than a dog with AutoTune
They don’t want to play soccer anymore, they’re playing at being hitmen
To think they tried to silence me with comments
They prefer to live partying than finish high school
If a ass makes more money than a university degree
Dream of having a car at the bus stop
Everything is always possible with faith in the one on the cross
Some days I want the darkness, others I want to see the light
And that’s how the mind is, nobody understands it better than you
Inequality exists, they say life is beautiful
The A poor man begs for alms at the door of a five-star hotel
How awful to fall in love and realize it’s not her
Sometimes I don’t want to see you anymore, other times I want you to call right now
Learning the meaning of life and death
Every house is a world, they’re raised differently, and
But I learned something, that not all minds are strong
The one who works, the one who sells, the one who takes, the criminal
I know what bankruptcy is and money from waste
In the end, they already realized who the fakes are
A piece of junk always kills you at night
Caught out because he went out looking to steal a car
Those who arrive home late for the bread on the table
The bus that doesn’t arrive, the backpack that weighs him down
The train is packed, the routine already stresses him out
But he cares about the little boy, the princess
The most important and right thing at home is teaching
Like every good Argentinian, let’s not lose the Hope
While the Kirchners are throwing money around with Libertad Avanza
The country remains the same, if money is never enough, yes
Those in office aren’t fulfilling their duties
Insecurity abounds, there are no solutions
They use the people’s money for vacations
They want to pave the neighborhood before the election
And nobody lends us a hand behind the cliff
This goes for the government, senator, and representative
At the Central Bank, bills are piled up
But they pick the pockets of retirees
We have to plan it to then achieve it
Nothing comes for free, we have to go out and get it
I say goodbye with respect, anti-snitch and anti-cop
Nobody was born in my country who writes like this son of a b!tch

[Outro]
Yeah, Zaramay, baby
It’s no coincidence they call me “The Boss,” my love
Hahaha
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, yes
Crazy but not So much, M*mmy, I always walk with my saints
Son, I love you, you’re number 1
The bosses with the bosses
The hardest pencil in Argentina, motherfu*ker
Na-Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach