Ansia 162 Lyrics (English Translation) – Tony Boy

Ansia 162 (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
A casual shout-out, setting a loose, familiar vibe.

[Chorus]
Here he’s talking about how nobody really understands what’s going on inside his head. From the outside, people see confidence and style, but they don’t see the anxiety hitting his body, making his chest tight and his legs shaky. He hints at using substances just to feel normal or match someone else’s emotional level, not for fun. There’s also a sense of irony: people who once ignored or left him behind are now paying attention and chasing his success. He knows he moves differently, carries himself with his own kind of presence, and that sets him apart. Thinking about death isn’t dramatic here, it’s more spiritual, like saying real connections go beyond this life. The repeated thought of “if he did it, I can too” shows self-motivation mixed with comparison, using others’ success as proof that escape is possible. Still, none of this quiets his mind. Being inside his head feels chaotic, crowded, and exhausting, even when things look good from the outside.

[Verse 1]
He starts by saying he’s overwhelmed, deeply involved in situations he can’t easily escape. Everywhere he goes, he runs into people from his world, and their lifestyle draws attention, sometimes the wrong kind. There’s casual flexing about status and habits, but it’s delivered in a tired way, like these things no longer impress him. Being awake itself feels like an achievement, suggesting insomnia or mental overload. Thinking about people who doubted or hated him oddly gives him strength, while comparing himself to his peers reassures him that he’s on a different path. He makes it clear that he’s ruthless when it comes to protecting his dreams. There’s a shift inward when he talks about changing perspective and looking at his own soul, suggesting self-reflection over outside validation. To someone close, he feels distant, almost invisible, haunted by his own presence. References to past street roles hint at survival and watching his surroundings carefully. He criticizes people who skip growth stages yet talk about experience, calling out fake maturity. As he rises, others grow more unstable and hostile, driven by envy and fear rather than real power. He sees anxiety in them too, framing it almost like a test result. He ends by admitting that deeply thoughtful people often struggle mentally, and because he believes in very little, the few things he does believe in matter intensely.

[Chorus]
Again, he circles back to the gap between how he feels and how others see him. The anxiety isn’t imagined or exaggerated; it shows up physically and constantly. There’s frustration toward someone who walked away when he was struggling but now wants to be close because he’s moving forward. He leans into the idea that his style and energy are natural, not forced, something people around him can sense even if they don’t understand him. Thoughts about death return, not in a dark way, but as reassurance that bonds and identity don’t just disappear. The repetition of believing he can succeed reinforces how important self-belief is for him, almost like he’s convincing himself out loud. Despite moments of confidence, the final idea stays the same: his mind is chaotic, noisy, and never really calm, no matter how much progress he makes.

[Verse 2]
Here he doubles down on self-belief but rejects copying anyone else’s path. He wants success on his own terms, staying true to who he is. He criticizes people who would betray family or values just for money, calling out greed and shallow thinking. Fame and attention come easily now, shown by how little effort it takes to get reactions, but he doesn’t see that as real achievement. Instead of planning every move, he trusts his inner voice, treating intuition as his guide. He reminds listeners that they met him at his lowest point, when he was mentally and emotionally broken, and that humility keeps him grateful for any gift or support. Love is the only thing he sees as truly free, while confidence issues aren’t something he can fix for others. He pushes back against people who enter his life and try to change his world. Listening inward feels healing to him, even if others doubted him before. He distances himself from street life and violence, grounding himself in family, especially his mother. When conflict does happen, it’s framed as forced, not desired. Outsiders see happiness, but they don’t realize how much bitterness he’s swallowed to survive.

[Chorus]
The final return to these ideas feels heavier, like repetition itself shows how trapped he feels in the cycle. He’s still misunderstood, still dealing with anxiety that shows up in his body, not just his thoughts. The people who once ignored him are still chasing him, but that doesn’t bring peace. His individuality and presence remain obvious, yet they don’t solve the chaos inside. Thinking about death again sounds more reflective than sad, almost like a reminder that life is temporary and pressure shouldn’t define everything. The belief that success is possible stays strong, acting as his main source of hope. Still, the last thought doesn’t change: his mind is crowded, restless, and emotionally overwhelming, no matter how far he’s come.