“Loco pero no tanto” Lyrics by Zaramay is a latest Spanish song in the voice of Zaramay. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Loco pero no tanto” song lyrics are also written by Zaramay. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. The song feels like Zaramay opening his heart about tough past moments, street life, personal battles, and the pressure around him. He mixes pain, growth, and responsibility, showing how he’s trying to stay strong for his kid while calling out hypocrisy and staying true to himself.
Letra de Loco pero no tanto – Zaramay
[Letra de “Loco pero no tanto”]
[Intro]
Amigo, tus letras despejan mi mente y sanan el corazón
Zara, quiero agradecerte, me incentivá’ a ser mejor persona, hermano. Te amo, hermano
Zara, tu música es lo mejor del mundo, te amamos
Escuchaba tu música cuando había tocado fondo y, gracias al apoyo emocional de la misma, pude salir
Gracias, Zara por tu música, siempre dejando ahí arriba a Argentina
Los jefe’ con los jefe’
El lápiz más duro de Argentina, el único, el único real, el que nunca se vendió a la moda
Admiración, códigos, respeto y lealtad, los jefe’ con los jefe’
Yeah, y dice así
[Verso]
Pasamo’ aquello’ año’, siguen firmes los tambore’
Cuántas noches con Satán, aquel sultán con mil amores
Fue un buen tiempo en el infierno, duda’ y temore’
Y hoy un gangster es aquel que al hijo le inculca valores
Se preocupan por ir bien arregladitos pa’l perreo
Y no pisan un hospital ni a palos pa’ hacerse un chequeo
Hoy te funan por sincero, generación cristal
Pero una raya más al tigre, ¿qué puede hacerle mal?
A pulmón por el money, no me ponen de rodilla’
Dicen que busco operada’ y me engatusan las sencillas
Tiroteado en un pasillo, tirado en la camilla
Yo por vos peleo hasta el demonio de tu pesadilla
Les lavaron la cabeza, ¿en qué mundo están viviendo?
Se vacunan sin saber qué carajo le’ están metiendo
Y los problemas que causó la dosis van padeciendo
Ataques al corazón, noticieros mintiendo
Me cansé ya, pasar la tercera no es la vencida
Prometerme muchas cosas que jamás fueron cumplida’
Es bonita pero duele, pega duro la vida
Y lo importante siempre es darte cuenta de una recaída
Hago lo que quiero, sí, apagué a un género entero
No pudieron comparar a este rapero con los cumbiero’
Yo solito aunque venga la reunión de los vaquero’
No confíes nunca en la palabra de un negro merquero
Quizá’ un día te levantes con la realidad alterada
Si pensamo’ un poquito, la tragedia es evitada
Te fuiste por unas copas con los compa’ en madrugada
Te encanaron y dejaste a una familia destrozada
Vos podé’ hacerte el loco dando vueltas con la forty
Como hacen en Yankeelandia o en PR allí los boris
Tú disfruta, pero siempre recuerda, “memento mori”
Me cansé de los balazos, ‘toy listo pa’ hacer history
Soy un loco, sí, pero sí soy difícil de olvidar
Como esos besos que en la noche, mami, te solía dar
Pero sé que Jesús y el tiempo, ma, todo va a acomodar
Como yo a mi propio hijo jamás nadie va a cuidar
Un día sin ti, una eternidad, lo siento tanto
Estas cosas que hoy en día las pasamo’ unos cuanto’
A veces ni yo puedo creer, cabrón, to’ lo que aguanto
Días que me quiero ir, otros días que me levanto
Es otra noche en que no me puedo dormir
Los demonio’ ‘e mi cabeza rezan, cabrón, pa’ que deje de existir
Son las voce’ interna’, en mi habitación me diagnostico
Depresión sin tomar Rivotril, sin ir a una sesión
Gracia’ a Dios el rap e’ me forma, mi libertad de expresión
Y todo ayuda a aumentar la terrible presión
Y yo no vuelvo a ese lugar si de por medio hubo traición
Quizás soy feliz bajo un puente o soy un triste en su mansión
Tarde o temprano termina mal el que la joseó
Son todo’ amigo’ cuando de por medio hay un negocio
Tu mujer se quedó viuda, después la chingó tu socio
A tu pareja la va’ a conocer después del divorcio
Quizás no te diste cuenta que yo no tenía nada
Y a la vez, mi amor, te estaba dando todo
Y eso es lo que más duele, y lo más triste es que el diablo de santa viste
Y que el amor no existe sin firmar papele’
Me traicionaron tanto que me hice adicto a la soledad
El tiburón en esta cancha demuestra mentalidad
Se piensan que el dinero compra la felicidad
Se quejó porque es iPhone 13, otro e’ feliz sin Navidad
Hoy mis manos, mamacita, no tocan tu regazo
Son los lazos de mi tinta que acarician la hoja Canson
Se perdieron por la coca, a los balazo’
No permitas que la droga rompa tu sueño en pedazo’
Algo que soy es sincero, ¿y tú sabes cuál e’ el problema?
Que si te dicen la que es, ya no quieres hablar del tema
Luchaba por mis sueños mientras vo’ estabas de gira
Y la verdad les duele cuando viven en un mundo de mentira’
Sigo siendo un impulsivo, me cuesta y no controlo
Interrumpo mi rutina, descarrilo y descontrolo
Arriba ‘e una blindada, empistolado con dos cholo’
El mundo es muy hijo de puta pa’ dejar a mi hijo solo
Pierde el que no la lucha, la vida no me derrota
No podés engañar, meno’ al dueño de la pelota
Que sigue’ siendo la misma si de lejo’ se te nota
Subes fotos riéndote pero por dentro tú estás rota
Cuántos niños se mueren de cáncer en el Garrahan
Los gatos se van a Europa con un vuelo de LATAM
La tristeza se camufla en una historia de Instagram
Y la pobreza se escabulle comprándose una Dodge RAM
Mami, conozco chicas trabajadoras y hermosas
Que perdieron el rumbo por tussi, polvo rosa
Y empresarios que por merca perdieron toda’ sus cosa’
El amor de sus hijo’, su esposa
Laburá pa’ que ningún gobierno afecte el bolsillo
De diez, uno piensa así, por eso no son todos pillo’
El ambicioso y el que se conforma con estar sencillo
Tú decides vivir pobre o morirte siendo millo
Quizá’ e’ fácil hablar cuando está llena la heladera
Pero hay otros que no tienen ni una lata en la alacena
Muchos que no tienen techo y hace frío afuera
Y vos quejándote por cosas, ma, que no valen la pena
Parecía que fue ayer, jugando al Sega Looney Tunes
Vendrán cosas peores, más de lo vivido aún
Donde perder la dignidad se convirtió en algo común
Donde una letra vale menos que un perro con AutoTune
Ya no quieren jugar fútbol, ‘tan jugando a ser sicario’
Pensar que me quisieron apagar con comentarios
Prefieren vivir de joda que terminá’ el secundario
Si un culo factura más que un título universitario
Sueña con tener un auto en la parada de ómnibus
Todo es posible siempre con la fe en el de la cruz
Días quiero la’ oscura’, otros que quiero ver luz
Y la cabeza es así, nadie la entiende más que tú
La desigualdad existe, dicen que la vida es bella
El pobre pide limosna en la puerta de un cinco estrella’
Qué feo enamorarte y darte cuenta que no es ella
A veces ya no quiero verte, otra quiero que llames ya
Aprender el significado de la vida y de la muerte
Por cada casa es un mundo, son crianza’ diferente’, y
Pero algo aprendí, que toda’ las mente’ no son fuerte’
El que labura, el que la vende, el que la toma, el delincuente
Sé lo que es la bancarrota y pasta por derroche
Al fin y al cabo ya se dieron cuenta quiéne’ son fantoche’
Te mata un cachivache siempre por las noche’
Embartulado porque salió en busca de llevarse un coche
Los que llegan tarde a casa para el pan sobre la mesa
El colectivo que no llega, la mochila que le pesa
El tren viene colapsado, la rutina ya le estresa
Pero a él le interesa tener bien al nene, a la princesa
Lo primordial y lo correcto en casa es la enseñanza
Como to’ buen argentino, no perdamos la esperanza
Mientras se tiran los K con Libertad Avanza
El país sigue en la misma, si la plata nunca alcanza, sí
Los cargos no están cumpliendo con sus funcione’
Abunda la inseguridad, no hay solucione’
Con la plata del pueblo meten vacacione’
Quieren asfaltar el barrio antes de la’ eleccione’
Y nadie nos da la mano detrás del acantilado
Esto va para el gobierno, senadore’ y diputado’
En el Banco Central billete’ apilado’
Pero le meten la mano en la lata a los jubilado’
Hay que proyectarlo para después lograrlo
Nada llega regalado, hay que salir a buscarlo
Me despido con respeto, antisapo y antiyuta
No nació nadie en mi país que escriba como este hijo ‘e puta
[Outro]
Yeah, Zaramay, baby
No es casualidad que me digan “El Jefe”, mi amor
Jajaja
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, sí
Loco pero no tanto, mami, siempre camino con mis santos
Hijo, te amo, sos el número 1
Los jefe’ con los jefe’
El lápiz más duro de Argentina, cabrón
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Loco pero no tanto Lyrics Meaning
[Intro]
In this opening part, the vibe is like a group of fans or close friends talking directly to the artist with a lot of affection and gratitude. They’re basically telling him that his words help clear their minds and bring emotional relief during dark moments. They thank him for inspiring them to become better people and for representing Argentina with pride. They call him someone who never sold out, someone who stayed true to his roots and his principles. There’s a sense of loyalty, respect, and admiration, almost like a tight inner circle. They hype him up as a leader in the music scene, someone whose pen is stronger than anyone else’s. It gives the feeling of a warm intro before the real story starts, setting a tone of support and recognition for everything he’s about to express.
[Verso]
Here he starts by remembering tough years that felt loud and chaotic, like drums that never stopped. He talks about nights filled with danger, bad decisions, and temptation, almost like being stuck in a dark place with constant fear and doubt. Even though it was rough, he admits he lived through it and learned from it. Now he flips the idea of being a “gangster,” saying a real one is someone who teaches good values to their kid instead of chasing trouble. He points out how many people today care more about looking good for parties than taking care of their health or acting responsibly. He also brings up how being honest now gets you criticized easily, as if society is too sensitive. But he sees himself as someone who’s already been through so much that one more problem won’t really shake him.
He mentions working hard for money without letting anyone break his pride. People gossip about the kind of women he likes, but he says he’s more drawn to simple, genuine ones. He describes a moment of violence where he was shot and left on a stretcher, showing how real the danger was. Yet he says he would fight even the worst nightmares just to protect someone he cares about. Then he criticizes how some people get easily manipulated and don’t think for themselves. He questions society’s blind trust in things they don’t fully understand, especially when it comes to health decisions, and how there are consequences that people experience later. He expresses frustration toward the media, saying they twist stories and hide the truth.
He talks about getting tired of empty promises and how life can be beautiful yet painful at the same time. What matters most is noticing when you’re falling back into old habits. He claims he’s done big things in music, even to the point of overshadowing an entire genre. He says people couldn’t compare him to artists from other styles because he stands alone. Even if a group of critics or enemies show up, he stands by himself without fear. He also warns never to trust someone who’s deeply tied to drügs or shady behavior.
He says there are mornings when reality hits in confusing ways, but thinking things through can prevent tragedies. He gives an example of someone going out for drinks and ending the night in jail, breaking their family’s heart. He warns about acting wild with weapons, copying things seen in other countries, and reminds listeners that death is always a possibility. He’s tired of violence and wants to focus on leaving a better legacy. He calls himself a bit crazy but unforgettable, like a passionate moment shared with someone he once loved. He holds onto faith and believes time and God will eventually put everything in its place. He talks about loving his child deeply and knowing no one will care for him the way he does.
He expresses how losing someone, even for one day, feels unbearable. Many people today go through similar struggles, and sometimes he can’t believe how much he’s had to endure. Some days he wants to give up, other days he pushes himself to keep going. He admits to sleepless nights where negative thoughts try to drag him down. He feels his inner demons whispering for him to disappear, and he even self-diagnoses himself with depression. He mentions not taking medication or going to therapy, and instead uses rap as his escape and emotional outlet, though he knows it adds pressure too.
He says he refuses to return to any situation involving betrayal. He reflects on how someone can be equally miserable whether rich or poor, depending on what they’re carrying inside. Eventually, people who hustle the wrong way always face consequences. Friends appear only when there’s business or money involved. He shares a dark scenario where a man dies, and his friend ends up with his widow, showing how loyalty can crumble easily. He talks about a partner who only revealed her true self after a breakup. He admits that he once had nothing but gave all the love he could, and that’s what hurt the most. He brings up the idea that evil can disguise itself as something pure, and that love these days almost feels like a contract rather than something genuine. Being betrayed so many times made him obsessed with solitude.
He portrays himself as a “shark,” strong-minded and sharp in dangerous environments. He criticizes people who think money equals happiness. One person complains about having an older phone while another is grateful just to be alive. He explains that he now expresses himself through writing instead of physical affection, saying the paper understands him better. He talks about people losing themselves to drügs, violence, and addiction. He warns not to let substances ruin dreams. He calls himself honest and says that honesty is often the problem because people don’t want to face the truth.
He explains how he chased his dreams while someone else was busy touring or distracted, and the truth hurts people who live in illusions. He admits to being impulsive and struggling with self-control. His routine gets messed up easily, and he sometimes spirals. He describes sitting armed inside a bulletproof car because the world is too dangerous to risk leaving his child unprotected. He believes anyone who doesn’t fight loses, but life itself hasn’t defeated him. He says you can’t lie to someone who sees through everything. He points out that even if someone looks happy in photos, they may be breaking inside.
He brings up harsh realities like children dying from cancer while many people with easy lives complain about small things. People show off luxury trips while others can’t afford basic needs. Sadness gets hidden behind social media posts, while poverty tries to hide behind material purchases. He mentions girls who lost their path due to drügs and businessmen who lost everything for the same reasons. Families get destroyed by addiction. He tells listeners to work hard so politicians can’t ruin their financial stability. Only a few think this way, which is why not everyone becomes corrupt.
He compares ambition and simplicity, saying some want to be rich while others just want enough to live peacefully. He points out how easy it is to talk when your fridge is full. Meanwhile, others don’t even have a can of food. Many people don’t have a roof over their head, and it’s freezing outside. Yet some complain about nonsense that doesn’t matter. He reflects on childhood memories, playing video games, and how things have become much harder now. Dignity has become rare, and music has become so cheapened that lyrics don’t matter anymore. Kids prefer pretending to be criminals rather than playing sports. He remembers how people tried to silence him with hateful comments. Some prefer partying over finishing school. He criticizes how society pays more attention to physical appeal than education.
He talks about dreams of owning a car while waiting at the bus stop, and says faith makes anything possible. Some days feel dark, others full of light, and only you truly understand your own mind. He acknowledges inequality—life might be called beautiful, but not everyone lives it that way. A poor person begs outside a luxury hotel. Falling in love with the wrong person can be heartbreaking. Sometimes he doesn’t want to see someone, other times he wants them to call immediately. Life and death teach lessons, and every household raises people differently. He learned that not every mind is strong. Whether someone works, sells, consumes, or steals, each person carries their own story.
He says he knows what it’s like to be broke and also to waste money. Eventually, people reveal their true selves. Danger often comes at night from someone desperate. He talks about the everyday struggle of parents who work late to feed their kids. Public transport is unreliable, life routines are exhausting, but what matters most is caring for family. He highlights that teaching values at home is essential. As a typical Argentine, he encourages holding onto hope. He criticizes political groups arguing while regular people keep suffering because money is never enough. Officials don’t do their jobs, insecurity grows, and politicians spend public money on vacations. They fix up neighborhoods only during elections. He says no one helps when you’re one step from falling off a cliff.
He directs his words at the government, pointing out corruption and how money disappears while retirees suffer. He insists that success requires planning and hard work, nothing comes for free. He ends with strong confidence, saying goodbye with respect but also pride. He sees himself as someone unique in his country’s music scene, someone who writes with unmatched intensity and honesty.
[Outro]
In this closing part, he reinforces his identity with confidence, saying it’s no surprise people call him “El Jefe.” He plays with a relaxed, almost playful tone while still keeping his pride as an artist. He mentions walking with his saints, suggesting he feels spiritually protected. He expresses love for his child, calling him number one, and repeats the idea of standing with the strongest. He closes by reminding everyone of his sharp talent, giving credit to his producer, and ending on a bold, self-assured note.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung Loco pero no tanto song?
A. Loco pero no tanto song is sung by Zaramay.
Q. Who wrote Loco pero no tanto lyrics?
A. Loco pero no tanto lyrics are penned by Zaramay.
Q. Who has given the music of Loco pero no tanto song?
A. Loco pero no tanto music is composed and produced by Zaramay.
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