TRAPIMELO (part. Evlay)

I know that sometimes we think all this pain might not be temporary
December of losses for January's promises
Swearing to let you go, I filled a million ashtrays
And there are times I don’t think and I rush
And I let myself get carried away by the taste of these zeros
That don’t make me happier, but they take away the doubts
I don’t know why everything I want keeps getting more expensive, I want
I want to stop running from my anxiety but I can’t (huh, huh, huh)

I go and find it again, with the ball that doesn’t touch the ground
Dodging a sea of hooks with the bait hooked to my dreams (dreams)
I remember how it started (rra), I don’t see today, this was a prize (prize)
I remember the first time and I look at my feet, and I don’t know if it’s for real, wow (huh, huh, yeah, huh)
So high that I don’t miss the vertigo
Is this what they call success? (YSY)
I’ve been running for a while, came to get my medical degree (uh, ah)
High on writing dyslexic (uh, ah)
Millions are raining and my lexicon arrives (uh, ah)
From Argentina to Mexico, and all of Spain
I started running the marathon to Germany
I’m in such a hurry that the noise inspires me, I don’t want rivers or mountains
The only river I miss is the one that bathes my window in the morning (huh)
I know its map, I know its tricks, these streets are the cradle of great feats, huh
Wake up, wipe the sleep from your eyes (ah)
Because the cats see you like lasagna (ah, uh!)
And the webs are woven by the spiders (ah)
And the fox lies to me saying she misses me
But all these mermaids don’t fool me (wuh)
These rods know too much ocean
Sometimes not thinking about the other at the same time is what hurts us the most

Sometimes not thinking about the other at the same time is what hurts us the most
Sometimes not thinking about the other at the same time is what hurts us the most
Sometimes not thinking about the other at the same time is what hurts us the most
Sometimes not thinking about the other at the same time is what hurts us the most

I know that sometimes we think all this pain might not be temporary
December of losses for January's promises
Swearing to let you go, I filled a million ashtrays (oh, eh)
And there are times I don’t think and I rush (no)
And I let myself get carried away by the taste of these zeros (no, oh)
That don’t make me happier, but they take away the doubts
I don’t know why every time it’s more expensive for everything I want, I want
I want to stop running from my anxiety, but I can’t (huh, huh, huh, huh)

I want to stop running from my anxiety, but I can’t
I want to stop running from my anxiety, but I can’t
For promises of Jan–
December of losses for promises of Jan–
For promises of Jan–
December of losses for promises of Jan–
December of losses for promises of Jan–
December of losses for promises of Jan–