Gran Show
A mi se me olvidó sentir
En el suelo cual loco, buscando mis cachos rotos
Y si, me hice un egoista y empecé a vivir
Pensando en mi
Vivi lo que quise vivir
Y entendí que da igual lo que no te guste a ti
Con el corazón decido la cabeza ni la uso
Porque así si me arrepiento pues
Al menos no me excuso
Prefiero mirarme al espejo
Y no ver un intruso
Aunque eso me cueste ver
Como se va mi gente incluso
Tengo a mano manos que no me dan
Tengo un mar de dudas nunca terminadas
Tengo una pistola y mil balas de más
Solo me hace falta una, yo no digo na’
Pero a veces me apetece
Que puto placer tiene que ser
Dispararte si falta no te haces
Mi pregunta se resume en
¿Por qué no volver a nacer?
Así Dios me da más tiempo
Y yo con el hago las paces
Entiendo que mi música no
La entiende cualquiera y es normal
Hasta yo me siento de otra era
Me detengo en ver las cosas
Que parecen pasajeras
Así pierdo mucho tiempo y gano
Más razón de veras
Me la pela lo que a veces tu llamas problema
Tú quieres más seguidores, yo la panza llena
Todo el mundo se cree único pero todos me suenan
Me uno a este circo? O me corto las venas?
Entre dentro y los miré
Me pasó el mundo en Slow
Me dije a mi, no mires
Todo era un puto gran show
Era un show, como hablaban, miraban, todo
Era un show, sus pelitos, sus ropas, su todo
Era un show, una mierda pinchada en un palo
Era un show, todo era un gran Show
Te hablo del que le compra un abrigo de Chanel
Pero cada noche va al burdel
No hay que ser un genio
Ni ser un premio Nobel
Hay una droga que es dinero
Y ya te viene con papel
He visto música de mierda
Mover gente de mierda
Vender letras de mierda
Creando modas de mierda
Es tan fácil crear
Que ya no se crea una mierda
Ahora lo entiendo, todo concuerda
Por eso veo a un chaval de trece
Llamándola cerda
Porque se cree que lo que escucha
Mola y es la verdad
A ver si te enteras que a esa gente
Le importas un culo
Pero tú eres el futuro de un país
Se más puro
Yah, sentadito pensando en mi lumbre
¿Y si soy yo el raro?
No, no creo que en la vida me acostumbre
A vivir del palo
Y si, claro que a mi mismo me
He observado
Y puede que ciertas cosas que pensaba
Hayan cambiado
Pero si juzgas a un ojo
Por la mierda que ha mirado
Y no por su mirada
El ojo nunca será amado
Será raro, malo, extraño
Como la oveja negra del rebaño
Será malo, raro, extraño
Será malo
Me pasó el mundo en slow
Todo era mentira, un gran show
Entre dentro y los miré
Me pasó el mundo en Slow
Me dije a mi, no mires
Todo era un puto gran show
Era un show, como hablaban, miraban, todo
Era un show, sus pelitos, sus ropas, su todo
Era un show, una mierda pinchada en un palo
Era un show, todo era un gran Show
Big Show
I forgot how to feel
On the ground like a madman, searching for my broken pieces
And yeah, I became selfish and started to live
Thinking of me
I lived what I wanted to live
And I realized it doesn't matter what you don't like
With my heart I decide, I don't even use my head
Because if I regret it, well
At least I won't make excuses
I prefer to look in the mirror
And not see a stranger
Even if it costs me to see
How my people are leaving
I have hands at my disposal that don't help me
I have a sea of unfinished doubts
I have a gun and a thousand extra bullets
I only need one, I won't say a word
But sometimes I feel like
What a fucking pleasure it must be
To shoot you if you don't make a sound
My question boils down to
Why not be born again?
So God gives me more time
And I make peace with Him
I understand that my music
Isn't understood by just anyone, and that's normal
Even I feel like I'm from another era
I stop to see things
That seem temporary
So I waste a lot of time and gain
More reason, for real
I don't give a damn what you sometimes call a problem
You want more followers, I want a full belly
Everyone thinks they're unique but they all sound the same to me
Should I join this circus? Or cut my veins?
I walked in and looked at them
The world passed me in slow motion
I told myself, don't look
Everything was a fucking big show
It was a show, how they talked, how they looked, everything
It was a show, their hair, their clothes, their everything
It was a show, a piece of shit stuck on a stick
It was a show, everything was a big show
I'm talking about the guy who buys a Chanel coat
But goes to the brothel every night
You don't have to be a genius
Or win a Nobel Prize
There's a drug called money
And it comes wrapped in paper
I've seen shitty music
Move shitty people
Sell shitty lyrics
Creating shitty trends
It's so easy to create
That now nothing's created anymore
Now I get it, everything makes sense
That's why I see a thirteen-year-old
Calling her a pig
Because he thinks what he listens to
Is cool and the truth
Let's see if you realize that those people
Don't give a damn about you
But you're the future of a country
Be more pure
Yeah, sitting here thinking about my fire
What if I'm the weird one?
No, I don't think I'll ever get used
To living off the stick
And yeah, of course I've
Watched myself
And maybe certain things I thought
Have changed
But if you judge an eye
By the shit it's seen
And not by its gaze
The eye will never be loved
It'll be weird, bad, strange
Like the black sheep of the flock
It'll be bad, weird, strange
It'll be bad
The world passed me in slow motion
Everything was a lie, a big show
I walked in and looked at them
The world passed me in slow motion
I told myself, don't look
Everything was a fucking big show
It was a show, how they talked, how they looked, everything
It was a show, their hair, their clothes, their everything
It was a show, a piece of shit stuck on a stick
It was a show, everything was a big show