Happy Hour - AFC

Estribillo:

(Donfelipe)

Esos chicos sólo portan mala cara

Esas chicas sólo quieren fama

Esos tipos de corbata con su drama…

¿y éstos niggas carapálidas son juntas raras?

(Hurakán Martínez)

Yo no soy lo que buscás

Lo que piensan los demás

Y si de mi desconfiás a mí…

(A dúo)

Me chupa la happiness

Me chupa la happiness

Me chupa la happiness

(verso 1: Donfelipe)

Enamorao de 4 Feyvis, llamame más temprano baby

Toy enseñando como se hace, zafo al toque maybe

Porque el que sabe sabe y te re cabe

Arrajata dando en la clave fuera de la rave y de lo trendy

Harto de tontos que ya nada aportan

Que ya nadie soporta, ni pinchan ni cortan

Dudarían seguro si tienen la chance en repartir la torta

No te comas el cuento que cuentan

Sólo tranzan traperos y tontas

No se trata de plata ni metralletas sino de que ya nada me importa

Estribillo:

(Donfelipe)

Esos chicos sólo portan mala cara

Esas chicas sólo quieren fama

Esos tipos de corbata con su drama…

¿y éstos niggas carapálidas son juntas raras?

(Hurakán Martínez)

Yo no soy lo que buscás

Lo que piensan los demás

Y si de mi desconfiás a mí…

(A dúo)

Me chupa la happiness

Me chupa la happiness

Me chupa la happiness

(verso 2: Hurakán Martínez)

Tengo una banda sin banca y con pocas pulgas

Sólo con bangers grandes que van a dar de comer a esas murgas

Nos culpan de ser juntas raras, bajan su pulgar

Nos quieren purgar por vulgar como a pxxr gang

En aras de que nada cambiara

Tu burda crítica la voy a entucar me la voy a fumar

Y a perfumar el lugar para limpiarlo energéticamente

Porque honestamente soy un ferviente creyente

En el poder de la mente

Estribillo:

(Donfelipe)

Esos chicos sólo portan mala cara

Esas chicas sólo quieren fama

Esos tipos de corbata con su drama…

¿y éstos niggas carapálidas son juntas raras?

(Hurakán Martínez)

Yo no soy lo que buscás

Lo que piensan los demás

Y si de mi desconfiás a mí…

(A dúo)

Me chupa la happiness

Me chupa la happiness

Me chupa la happiness

Chorus:

(Don Felipe)

Those guys just have a bad face

Those girls just want fame

Those guys in the tie with their drama…

and these palefaced niggas are weird together?

(Hurakan Martinez)

I am not what you are looking for

What others think

And if you don't trust me...

(A duet)

Happiness sucks me

Happiness sucks me

Happiness sucks me

(verse 1: Donfelipe)

In love with 4 Feyvis, call me earlier baby

Toy teaching how it's done, loosen the touch maybe

Because he who knows knows and fits you

Arrajata hitting the key out of the rave and trendy

Fed up with fools who no longer contribute anything

That no one supports anymore, they don't puncture or cut

They would hesitate for sure if they have the chance to distribute the cake

Don't eat the tale they tell

Only rag-pickers and fools trade

It is not about money or submachine guns but about the fact that nothing matters to me anymore

Chorus:

(Don Felipe)

Those guys just have a bad face

Those girls just want fame

Those guys in the tie with their drama…

and these palefaced niggas are weird together?

(Hurakan Martinez)

I am not what you are looking for

What others think

And if you don't trust me...

(A duet)

Happiness sucks me

Happiness sucks me

Happiness sucks me

(Verse 2: Hurakán Martínez)

I have a band without a bank and with few fleas

Only with big bangers that are going to feed those murgas

They blame us for being weird together, they put their thumb down

They want to purge us for being vulgar like the pxxr gang

For the sake of nothing changing

I'm going to entucar your crude criticism, I'm going to smoke it

And to perfume the place to clean it energetically

Cause honestly I'm a fervent believer

In the power of the mind

Chorus:

(Don Felipe)

Those guys just have a bad face

Those girls just want fame

Those guys in the tie with their drama…

and these palefaced niggas are weird together?

(Hurakan Martinez)

I am not what you are looking for

What others think

And if you don't trust me...

(A duet)

Happiness sucks me

Happiness sucks me

Happiness sucks me