Ansia 162 Lyrics – Tony Boy

Ansia 162 Lyrics - Tony Boy

“Ansia 162” Lyrics by Tony Boy is a latest Italian song from TRAUMA in the voice of Tony Boy. Its music is composed by Wairaki while brand new “Ansia 162” song lyrics are written by Tony Boy. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America.

When Tony Boy dropped TRAUMA at the top of 2026 via Atlantic/Warner, it landed like a hard left turn. After platinum momentum and sold-out rooms, the album stripped away spectacle in favor of pressure and interior noise. “Ansia 162” sits right in the album’s nervous system, a mid-tempo trap cut that breathes anxiety instead of adrenaline.

The production is dim and elastic: muted keys drifting like fog, sub-bass rolling low, drums snapping with restraint rather than aggression. It feels suspended, as if the beat itself is pacing the room. No flashy switches, just tension held tight.

Tony Boy carries the track alone, leaning into a sticky, mantra-like chorus and verses delivered half-detached, half-confessional. His voice slides between flex and fragility, dropping lines about envy, panic, faith, and self-belief without ever sounding theatrical. Stare nel mio cervello è un bel casino becomes less a hook than a diagnosis.

Fans latched onto it instantly, circulating snippets and quoting bars online. Within TRAUMA’s feature-less, inward-looking tracklist, “Ansia 162” crystallizes Tony Boy’s current phase: successful, paranoid, self-aware, and unwilling to fake calm.

Ansia 162 Lyrics

[Intro]
¿E-E-Ey, Wairaki, qué tal, loco?

[Ritornello]
Ah, lei non sa cosa ho dentro, non sa a cosa penso
Nel drink cosa metto per sentirmi uguale a te
L’ansia io non me la invento, le gambe, il mio petto
Mi hai lasciato indietro e ora mi rincorri te
Eh, eh, eh, yeah, eh, yeah
Baby lo sa che ho uno swag differente, eh, yeah
Quando muoio, ricordati che ci vediamo lì
Eh, eh, eh, eh, ah, yeah

Se ce l’ha fatta lui, ce la faccio anch’io
Eh, yeah, ah, eh, ah, eh
Stare nel mio cervello è un bel casino

[Strofa 1]
Ci sono dentro fino al collo
E, se esco, becco sempre un fratello
E spesso per tutto questo swag ci fermano, ah
La mia nuova b!tch la invito nel back adesso
Mentre lo prende, c’ho un Back’ acceso
Per te è già tanto che sto sveglio
Penso a chi mi odiava e sto meglio
Penso ai miei coetanei e sto meglio, non sono così
Se mi ostacoli un sogno, non ho pietà
Cambio la visuale, ho messo gli occhi alla mia anima
Per lei sono un fantasma, la notte mi sente in camera
Qui non mi servono porte, ho fatto il palo a volte
Poi cresci, te la portano, dici: “No”, poi te la comprano
Mi parli di esperienza, ma sento la differenza
Le basi sono le basi e sembra che hai saltato fasi
Più vado up, più sei isterico
Vuoi attaccarmi, però c’hai soltanto gli attacchi di panico
Nei tuoi occhi l’invidia, ma è positivo, tampone rapido
Le persone più deep sono mentalmente instabili
Ho poche cose in cui credere, quindi tanto vale crederci

[Ritornello]
Ah, lei non sa cosa ho dentro, non sa a cosa penso
Nel drink cosa metto per sentirmi uguale a te
L’ansia io non me la invento, le gambe, il mio petto
Mi hai lasciato indietro e ora mi rincorri te
Eh, eh, eh, yeah, eh, yeah
Baby lo sa che ho uno swag differente, eh, yeah
Quando muoio, ricordati che ci vediamo lì
Eh, eh, eh, eh, ah, yeah
Se ce l’ha fatta lui, ce la faccio anch’io
Eh, yeah, ah, eh, ah, eh
Stare nel mio cervello è un bel casino

[Strofa 2]
Se ce l’ha fatta lui, ce la faccio anch’io
Ma non come lui, Tony son solo io
Tu venderesti anche tuo cugino
Parli solo di soldi perché soldi chiamano soldi
Ma sei ignorante come pochi
Ora che gridano le pu*sy
Perché ho toccato due volte lo schermo
Non calcolo I movimenti giusti
Ascolto solo quella voce all’interno
Mi hai conosciuto che stavo all’inferno, ah
Non disprezzerò mai un regalo
È già tanto che mi pensavi
Solo l’amore è gratis, ah
Problemi di autostima non li posso correggere
Sei entrato nel mio mondo, perché provi a correggerlo?
Ascolto ciò che ho dentro, lo trovo terapeutico
Adesso mi dai ragione, però prima eri scettico
Fanculo queste strade perché c’ho già mia madre
Fanculo ‘sta violenza
Hai iniziato per primo, ora devo sopprimerti, ah
Non volevo neanche farlo, ah
Ma ogni tanto va messo in chiaro
Vedono tutto felice, non sanno quanto ne ho ingoiato di amaro

[Ritornello]
Ah, lei non sa cosa ho dentro, non sa a cosa penso
Nel drink cosa metto per sentirmi uguale a te
L’ansia io non me la invento, le gambe, il mio petto
Mi hai lasciato indietro e ora mi rincorri te
Eh, eh, eh, yeah, eh, yeah
Baby lo sa che ho uno swag differente, eh, yeah
Quando muoio, ricordati che ci vediamo lì
Eh, eh, eh, eh, ah, yeah
Se ce l’ha fatta lui, ce la faccio anch’io
Eh, yeah, ah, eh, ah, eh
Stare nel mio cervello è un bel casino

Ansia 162 – TRAUMA Video

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Ansia 162 Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
He casually greets the producer, setting a relaxed, street-level vibe.

[Ritornello]
Here he’s talking about how people around him don’t really understand what’s going on inside his head. From the outside, they might see confidence, style, and success, but internally he’s dealing with heavy thoughts and constant tension. He uses substances and habits not to show off, but to numb himself and feel on the same level as others. The anxiety he feels is real and physical, hitting his chest and legs, not something he pretends for attention. He points out how someone once left him behind, doubted him, and now is trying to catch up after seeing his growth. There’s pride in knowing his style and identity stand apart from the rest. At the same time, there’s a quiet reflection on life and death, suggesting that this struggle feels endless and deeply personal. He motivates himself by looking at others who made it out and reminding himself that he can too. The repeated idea of his mind being chaotic shows how success hasn’t brought peace, only louder thoughts.

[Strofa 1]
He starts by saying he’s completely immersed in his lifestyle, both the good and the bad. Wherever he goes, he’s surrounded by people from his circle, which brings loyalty but also constant attention. His image and presence attract notice, sometimes even trouble, because of how he carries himself. He talks about casual relationships and late nights, showing how fast-paced and detached parts of his life have become. Being awake feels like an effort, suggesting exhaustion that goes beyond physical tiredness. Thinking about people who once hated on him now gives him relief, because he’s clearly moved ahead of them. He compares himself to others his age and feels different, more driven, less stuck. When it comes to dreams, he shows a ruthless side, saying anyone who blocks his path will be cut off. He talks about changing perspective and looking inward, trying to understand his own soul. To some people he feels invisible or distant, like a ghost, especially at night. He hints at past risky behavior and learning lessons the hard way. As he grows, he notices how people switch their attitudes, rejecting things before later buying into them. He criticizes fake experience and skipped steps, calling out insecurity and envy in others. Despite all this, he admits that deep people often struggle mentally, and with so few things to believe in, he chooses to believe in himself.

[Ritornello]
Again, he returns to the idea that no one truly knows what he’s carrying inside. His thoughts are private, complicated, and often misunderstood by the people closest to him. He talks about trying to escape his feelings through drinks and habits, not for pleasure but to feel normal. The anxiety is constant and intense, hitting him physically and emotionally at the same time. He reminds someone who once ignored him that roles have now reversed. There’s confidence in his unique style, but it’s mixed with isolation rather than arrogance. When he mentions death, it feels less dramatic and more reflective, like he’s already made peace with dark thoughts. He keeps pushing himself forward by using other people’s success as proof that it’s possible. Still, no matter how much motivation he finds, his mind remains crowded, loud, and difficult to control.

[Strofa 2]
He reinforces his belief that if others made it, he can too, but only by staying true to himself. He refuses to copy anyone else’s path or personality. He criticizes people who would betray family for money, calling out shallow values and obsession with wealth. Fame brings attention and desire, but he doesn’t see it as something meaningful. He admits he doesn’t always make calculated moves and instead follows instinct and inner voice. He reminds listeners that they met him at his lowest point, when life felt like hell. Gratitude shows through when he says he never disrespects gifts or opportunities, even small ones. Love stands out as the only thing he sees as truly free. He openly admits struggling with self-esteem and feeling uncomfortable when others try to change him. Listening to his inner thoughts feels like therapy to him. He points out how people doubted him before but now agree with his vision. He rejects street violence, saying his real anchor is his mother. Still, he admits sometimes aggression feels unavoidable when lines are crossed. People see happiness and success on the surface, but they have no idea how much bitterness and pain he’s swallowed along the way.

[Ritornello]
For the last time, he circles back to the emotional core of the song. The gap between how he feels inside and how others see him remains huge. He keeps emphasizing that his anxiety isn’t imagined or exaggerated, it’s something he lives with every day. The past still lingers, especially the memory of being overlooked and underestimated. Now that he’s moving forward, the same people want his attention. His confidence in his own style stays strong, but it doesn’t erase the confusion in his head. Thoughts about mortality add weight to everything, making life feel fragile. He motivates himself by repeating that success is possible, even when doubt creeps in. In the end, his mind is still noisy, complicated, and restless, showing that progress doesn’t automatically bring peace.

Ansia 162 Song Detail

Song Title Ansia 162
Album TRAUMA
Singer(s) Tony Boy
Musician(s) Wairaki
Lyricist(s) Tony Boy
Release Date January 2, 2026
Language Italian

FAQs

Q. Who has sung Ansia 162 song?
A. Ansia 162 song is sung by Tony Boy.

Q. Who wrote Ansia 162 lyrics?
A. Ansia 162 lyrics are penned by Tony Boy.

Q. Who has given the music of Ansia 162 song?
A. Ansia 162 music is composed and produced by Wairaki.

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