ASÍ NOMAS

Just let it be, in no more than 6 takes
I'm no longer seduced by the one who’s all about the show
I think I'm bored with what fashion's putting out today
The morals, the manners, what the drugs do to me

Still, the party pulls me in, I let the hours sweat it out
Years understand what days ignore, no doubt
I'm no longer seduced by the one who’s all about the show
The morals, the manners, what the drugs do to me

One page a day with a rotten paradox
I sell a sacred tree with a spiral design
Under its cooling shade in this crazy boldness
My blood's no longer red, now it's wise, didn’t you know?

When nothing was working, distance didn’t help
But I didn’t blame you, I took care of my own stuff
I just couldn’t see it any other way, babe
Your broken smile still messes with my head

Better I stick to my own, I laugh, I catch your eye
I don’t know if you hate me or admire me, maybe it’s the same these days
I’m in the Pampas, daydreaming, my words are just rage and spit
Rusty drool on my animal face

I come back out of need for something real and mutual
Gotta break the cycle, gotta cut the circus
A little something from Guzmán to 25th
With a 20 and pressed, maybe it’s a childhood dream

Asleep, I relive the past, maybe I create it
Drunk? I turn a poor can into a urinal
Original is close to the essence and sounds unique
That’s why I take another spin in this same place

Just let it be, in no more than 6 takes
I'm no longer seduced by the one who’s all about the show
I think I'm bored with what fashion's putting out today
The morals, the manners, what the drugs do to me

Still, the party pulls me in, I let the hours sweat it out
Years understand what days ignore, no doubt
I'm no longer seduced by the one who’s all about the show
The morals, the manners, what the drugs do to me

I won’t settle for just looking at my display
If there’s no team photo, I’d rather it be empty
I don’t believe in recipes paid with expired dates
It’s homemade medicine from this neighborhood gathering

There’s time to nest and time to fly higher
No fear of impact if there’s something to give
Maybe mud, I narrate my faith of sand and lime in every act
Long desert of salt and my being is a wanderer

Don’t waste your breath on what they’ll say
If they don’t trust you, no room, mental economy
Nothing lethal except life, I’m gonna slow my steps
And arrive when the moment calls for it

These lyrics reveal my circle
And you feel that strangeness of peeking into a diary
Lines for the one who loves and for the one who hurts me depending on the bond
I set fire to the script to improvise new chapters

Just let it be, in no more than 6 takes
I'm no longer seduced by the one who’s all about the show
I think I'm bored with what fashion's putting out today
The morals, the manners, what the drugs do to me

Still, the party pulls me in, I let the hours sweat it out
Years understand what days ignore, no doubt
I'm no longer seduced by the one who’s all about the show
The morals, the manners, what the drugs do to me