Ansiedad Martínez - AFC

El mundo gira y gira, no creo que termine

Siempre me piden que afloje pero mi bocho sigue

Y es imposible, decíles, que no me anticipe

Vos vas, yo fui, volví a ir, volví, fui, volví, fui y vine…

Verso uno:

Me levanto a las seis y media en piloto automático

No se ni qué día vivo, me huele a martes, me persigo…

«Si vamos a grabar un disco preciso plata amigo»

Por eso no sale chapa pal vino bo

Por eso me alieno mirando al cielo a la par que camino

A las minas ni miro bueno eso es un minón

Sólo de refilón, al fin

Joaquín tendrá un «mini-yo» mínimo

Planeo la vida con un ojo clínico

Aunque sea imposible boludo

Empírico, anticiparse al tiempo es idílico

Preciso un médico conmigo tiene rédito

Un día viviendo el presente es inédito

El año que viene, juro voy por las mieles

Renuncio, me compro una casa y el rap me mantiene

Estribillo:

My dear yo soy tu dealer de rimas

No acabo ni con Rihanna, pila alcalina…

Ni MacGyver, ni MacMiller

Ni Christina Aguilera’s Candyman

Ni Charles Dickens, Ni Kant ni Ken

Van a salir cuando tengan que salir…

Por más que la aceleres los otros no van a estar a tu ritmo

Porque se enloquecen…

El único que está acelerado en toda esta historia sos vos…

Sentáte un poquito y pensá:

«Voy a bajar los decibles que las cosas van a salir cuando tengan que salir»

The world goes round and round, I don't think it ends

They always ask me to loosen up but my bocho continues

And it is impossible, tell them, that I did not anticipate

You go, I went, I went again, I came back, I went, I came back, I went and I came...

Verse one:

I get up at half past six on autopilot

I don't even know what day I live, it smells like Tuesday, I chase myself...

«If we are going to record a precise album, silver friend»

That's why sheet metal doesn't come out for bo vino

That's why I alienate looking at the sky as I walk

I don't even look at the mines, well that's a minon

Just glancing at last

Joaquín will have a minimal "mini-me"

I plan life with a clinical eye

Even if it's impossible dummy

Empirical, anticipating time is idyllic

I need a doctor with me has revenue

One day living in the present is unprecedented

Next year, I swear I'm going for the honeys

I quit, I bought a house and the rap keeps me

Chorus:

My dear I am your rhyme dealer

I don't even finish Rihanna, alkaline battery...

Neither MacGyver nor MacMiller

Not even Christina Aguilera's Candyman

Neither Charles Dickens, nor Kant nor Ken

They will go out when they have to go out...

As much as you speed it up, the others will not be at your pace

Because they go crazy...

The only one who is accelerated in this whole story is you...

Sit a little and think:

«I am going to lower the decibels that things are going to come out when they have to come out»