Cantando
Metete un dedo al culo y sacate un moco si quieres saber como va.
(Kase O)Voy a beberme hasta las copas de los arboles,
voy a tomar de todo menos decisiones,
suave como una nube,voy a ser vapor,
un ave que sube y sube,sin motor.
Quiero irme,morirme,saber lo que hay después
y volver para contartelo metido en un cuerpo mas firme,
que ya no me soporto,ni me importa,
cada vez mas sordo,cada vez mas loco,duermo en un portal.
Como un perro mojao en alcohol,
como un koala (colgao) tocao del ala,sin sol voy,me llaman don drama,ruedo por la cama envuelto en llamas,
un pajaro de fuego entre mis sabanas.
Todo lo que hago es para hacerte reir,
si te veo llorar otra vez me voy a tener que ir
o me va a estallar el pecho aqui mismo.
y voy a mancharlo todo de dolor que es un color feisimo.
Lo primero que he hecho al despertarme (llorar),lo segundo (cagar),mierda marron con nervios azules,
sera por los yogures,por el whisky,(no),
quiero bañarme de vodka en una pisci (no).
Voy a liberar versos presos,
voy a liderar el congreso del beso a la musa,ya no se si se usa,
(su mierda superflua),yo si superfluyo
y estoy lejos de ese barullo suyo.
Oigo bombas y excavadoras,
lo que piensa la tierra por dentro cansada de girar lo sabremos sin demora,
mira a tu alrededor y llora,
dime que cojones se valora.
Pero no todo es teatro,tenemos vista,oido,gusto,olfato,tacto y poca prisa,
ven que vamos a hacer un pacto yo y tu sonrisa,
vertical,un recital que se improvisa.
Como el amor supremo,no es un micro es un saxo tenor,
es un rito y soy un medio inmusical,
señor,mi casa es la mente de un oyente,
que me este escuchando en casa y asi sucesivamente. Mi flow es una bailarina natural
con la que muchos querriais marcaros unos pasos y tal,
pero de ahí al matrimonio sin saber comer un coño,
nadie sabe tratar a la rima como Kase.O-toño.
[Estribillo]
Y es que cantando yo me pongo bien,
la vida va mucho mejor,
con tal de llegar a fin de mes,
con tal de llegar a fin de mes.(x2)
Me gustaria despertarme pero ya estoy despierto,
puedes parar el lugar pero no el tiempo,
a mi lo que me gusta es jugar a que es un cuento,
un sueño bien cierto con tal de verme bien co.
Pero hoy por la mañana no me apetece jugar,
ni verle la puta cara al mundo real,
siempre quise ser palmera enfrente del mar
y que mi trabajo fuera estar y no pensar en respirar.
Si quiera,Septiembre llega con su ¡o dios mio!,
con ropa veraniega va joderse de frio,
al pobre jabato le ha mordido un gato
y le entran ganas de llorar todo el rato,un rato.
Si no duermo contigo es una fosa comun,
soñe que me apuntabas,al final sono....,
(por eso hoy no me quiero levantar),
un dia mas y otro habra que echarle un par.
Pero coooooo que le jodan al espejo,
me sobra con la imagen que tengo de mi,vuelve ese odio viejo,
la misma ropa de ayer sera el pijama de hoy,le he preguntado a Javier,el ya no sabe quien soy.
(¿Quién es?),quien es quien,no,
yo soy un pensamiento fruto de tu aburrimiento,
vivo en tu cabeza desde que eras crio,
vivir soñando la vida practica es un lio.
Mas si quieres ser feliz como me dices no analices,
no hasta que tu alma cicatrice
o andaras convaleciente,paciente,
depresion en Occidente,progreso decadente.
No puedo sonreir decentemente con el hambre
y el dolor de tanta gente en mente,
noticia sube la envidia y la avaricia,
bajan el amor,la verdad y la justicia.
Como escuchar a tu padre decir que le duele el alma,
me subo a la palma,me como el coco y bajo con la calma,
la farmacia esta en casa...,
tu una tirita
y yo una gasa....
El tren que se llevaba tu angustia se retrasa
pero llegara y se la llevara a otro cuerpo,eso siempre pasa,
por lo de la balanza (unos bien y otros mal),
es un ciclo,un periplo que el entendimiento no alcanza.
Es la vida,simplemente amala,
llamala,detente a mirarla,
va en serio,verdad que no nos gusta el cementerio,
ni verlo,si veo un caramelo cogerlo y comerlo.
Pues somos el tiempo que nos queda,
ya te lo dije ayer,mi plan es suave seda
y hoy paraxis,fumando yerba dia a dia,
dia a dia yia,tu patrocinas mi alegria tia.
Mi flow es una bailarina natural
con la que muchos querriais marcaros unos pasos y tal,
pero de ahí al matrimonio sin saber comer un coño,
nadie sabe tratar a la rima como Kase.O-toño.
[Estribillo]
Y es que cantando yo me pongo bien,
la vida va mucho mejor,
con tal de llegar a fin de mes,
con tal de llegar a fin de mes.(x2)
Singing
Stick a finger up your ass and pick your nose if you want to know how it goes.
(Kase O) I'm going to drink up to the tops of the trees,
I'm going to have everything except decisions,
Soft as a cloud, I'm going to be vapor,
A bird that rises and rises, without an engine.
I want to leave, die, know what's after
and come back to tell you about it in a firmer body,
I can't stand myself anymore, I don't care anymore,
getting deafer, getting crazier, I sleep in a doorway.
Like a wet dog in alcohol,
like a koala (hanging) touched on the wing, without sun I go, they call me Mr. Drama, I roll around the bed wrapped in flames,
a bird of fire in my sheets.
Everything I do is to make you laugh,
if I see you cry again I'll have to leave
or my chest will burst right here.
and I'll stain everything with pain which is a very ugly color.
The first thing I did when I woke up (cry), the second (shit), brown shit with blue nerves,
maybe it's because of the yogurts, the whiskey, (no),
I want to bathe in vodka in a pool (no).
I'm going to release imprisoned verses,
I'm going to lead the kiss congress to the muse, I don't know if it's used anymore,
(their superfluous shit), I do superfluous
and I'm far from that noise of theirs.
I hear bombs and excavators,
what the earth thinks inside tired of spinning we'll know without delay,
look around you and cry,
tell me what the hell is valued.
But not everything is theater, we have sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch and little hurry,
come, let's make a pact, you and your smile,
vertical, a recital that is improvised.
Like the supreme love, it's not a mic it's a tenor sax,
it's a ritual and I'm an unmusical medium,
sir, my house is the mind of a listener,
who is listening to me at home and so on. My flow is a natural dancer
that many would like to mark some steps and such,
but from there to marriage without knowing how to eat pussy,
no one knows how to treat rhyme like Kase.O-autumn.
[Chorus]
And singing makes me feel good,
life goes much better,
as long as I make it to the end of the month,
as long as I make it to the end of the month. (x2)
I would like to wake up but I'm already awake,
you can stop the place but not the time,
what I like is to play that it's a story,
a very certain dream as long as I see myself well.
But this morning I don't feel like playing,
nor seeing the fucking face of the real world,
I always wanted to be a palm tree in front of the sea
and that my job was to be and not to think about breathing.
If only, September comes with its oh my god!,
with summer clothes it's going to freeze,
the poor piglet has been bitten by a cat
and feels like crying all the time, for a while.
If I don't sleep with you it's a common grave,
I dreamed you were pointing at me, in the end it rang...,
(that's why today I don't want to get up),
another day and another one will have to take a chance.
But fuuuuck the mirror,
I'm fine with the image I have of myself, that old hatred returns,
yesterday's clothes will be today's pajamas, I asked Javier, he doesn't know who I am anymore.
(Who is?), who is who, no,
I'm a thought born of your boredom,
I live in your head since you were a kid,
living dreaming practical life is a mess.
But if you want to be happy as you say don't analyze,
not until your soul heals
or you'll be walking convalescent, patient,
depression in the West, decadent progress.
I can't smile decently with hunger
and the pain of so many people in mind,
news raises envy and greed,
love, truth and justice go down.
Like listening to your father say his soul hurts,
I climb the palm tree, eat the coconut and come down calmly,
the pharmacy is at home...,
you a band-aid
and me a gauze....
The train that was taking your anguish is delayed
but it will arrive and take it to another body, that always happens,
because of the balance (some good and some bad),
it's a cycle, a journey that understanding doesn't reach.
It's life, simply love it,
call it, stop to look at it,
it's serious, isn't it true that we don't like the cemetery,
nor seeing it, if I see a candy I grab it and eat it.
For we are the time we have left,
I told you yesterday, my plan is soft silk
and today paraxis, smoking weed day by day,
day by day yia, you sponsor my joy aunt.
My flow is a natural dancer
that many would like to mark some steps and such,
but from there to marriage without knowing how to eat pussy,
no one knows how to treat rhyme like Kase.O-autumn.
[Chorus]
And singing makes me feel good,
life goes much better,
as long as I make it to the end of the month,
as long as I make it to the end of the month. (x2)