Rap de Las Hormigas / Zafar (part. Milo j)

Let’s head to the countryside
To take a break
I got nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing to pull
I wanna go on vacation
To see the seals and the casino in Feliz

I can’t stand the ants
Please pass me the Raid

I got no weed
I got no grass
And the fridge ain’t working
'Cause it runs on gas
Food, there’s no more

I’m tired of the jungle
I can’t take this anymore

I can’t stand the ants
I’m heading back to the city

I’m from the city with all that you see
With its noise, with its people, it consumes old age
And I can’t help it, the smoke that comes in today
Twenty-one, I keep growing, I’m another coal
I won’t imagine, the pain in others
I buy air and if it’s pure, I pay a lot more
I won’t tolerate, that they’ve lost their faith
That they throw in the towel, that there’s no clarity

I’m leaving, flying around
And I’m, convinced to go
I’m leaving, whistling and without resentment
And I’m, escaping the smell

I met people who know how to appreciate
That as tourists in the capital, they’ve learned to roam
And they haven’t faced the harsh reality
Of breathing soot, of crying tar
And I’m starting to age, sweating my truth
Raised to cough, with a lot of variety
And where will it end, carrying my smell
We should walk naked to feel better

I’m leaving, flying around
And I’m, convinced to go
I’m leaving, whistling and without resentment
And I’m, escaping the smell (whoa)

I’m from the city with all that you see
With its noise, with its people, it consumes old age
And I can’t help it, the smoke that comes in today
Twenty-one, I keep growing, I’m another coal
I won’t imagine, the pain in others
I buy air and if it’s pure, I pay a lot more
I won’t tolerate, that they’ve lost their faith
That they throw in the towel, that there’s no clarity

I’m leaving, flying around
And I’m, convinced to go
I’m leaving, whistling and without resentment
And I’m, escaping the smell.