otro atardecer v2

Se acabó el teatro, bajate la facha, no queda una gota de esa 'esencia' barata.

Tu farsa cotiza en Villa de Mayo, mientras mi bronca explota y te pasa por encima.

Corriste la cortina, se ve el telar, las costuras podridas que no pudiste ocultar.

Polvorines te queda grande, 'che', gil, tu careta de seda se quema en el asfalto.

No me hables de 'tiempos', ni de 'lo que fue', porque lo que fue, fue un verso que te salió mal.

Me devolviste un fantasma, una sombra con deudas, y la campera esa que todavía apesta a mentira.

Rajá de acá, forro, que el barrio no olvida, que el jazz se pudrió y la nota está vencida.

Bajate la facha! Se quemó el telón!

En el conurbano no hay lugar para tu ficción.

Rajá, forro! (Ya!) Que la bronca es real,

Tu 'skyline' de cartón se cae a pedazos al final.

Skyline sin facha, solo queda la mugre,

Y un silencio de fierro que nadie te cubre.

¿Te pensás que no vi el juego? ¿El doble discurso en el pasillo?

Mientras yo ponía el pecho, vos afilabas el cuchillo.

Villa de Mayo no es un set de filmación, es el barro que te escupe si vendés humo, 'pelotudo'.

La 'facha' no se compra con likes ni con ropa, se gana bancando la que no se ve, la que agota.

Ahora el cielo es gris, pero no por la lluvia, es por tu mugre que se pega y me fastidia.

No vuelvas por la campera, quemala si querés, que el olor a pasado me da arcadas en la sien.

Flickerin' street light, 

standin' where the asphalt's split,

Another lie you told me,

And I ain't losin' sleep for it.

Cold heart in the concrete jungle, 

learned the lesson quick.

Your "perfect" smile was just a script, 

and I’m sick of it.

Still got your scent on the hoodie that I’m gonna burn,

Consider this the closure that you didn't think I’d earn.

This city’s grey now, the skyline’s lost its glow,

I’m cutting every string, baby, watch me let it go.

THIS AIN'T NO LOVE SONG, IT'S A WARNING SHOT,

YOU'RE JUST A SHADOW IN AN ABANDONED LOT.

I'M BURNING BRIDGES, LET THE BROKEN GLASS REFLECT,

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, PAY MY LAST RESPECTS.

You thought you were a star, but you’re just a cheap effect,

Another fake connection that I’m happy to disconnect.

Don’t talk about the times, don’t talk about the "us,"

I’m sweepin’ up the remains, turning memories to dust.

You’re out here chasin’ clout while I’m out here chasin’ peace,

Finally found the exit, finally found the release.

So keep the acting up, I hope you like the show,

But there’s no encore here, I think it’s time for you to go.

THIS AIN'T NO LOVE SONG, IT'S A WARNING SHOT,

YOU'RE JUST A SHADOW IN AN ABANDONED LOT.

I'M BURNING BRIDGES, LET THE BROKEN GLASS REFLECT,

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, PAYING MY LAST RESPECTS.

You don't like it, eat a cock 'til your jaw breaks

Call it caught between a rock and a hard place

Like a sasquatch in a crawlspace

'Cause you're watching your heart race like you're Scarface

In a car chase with the cops or an arcade

Stuck inside of a Mario Kart race, stuck in saw blades

At a stop and a start pace

Life had me living just to pay them bills

Saving pennies tryna make some dreams 

Come true, like you wanted to, 

Pursuing stability is all I ever do.

Yet your bullshit seems

To be all over my news-

Feed my thoughts on dumb shit 

You always talk about

Now I can see a whole new moon

Tonight I'm dancing with the blues 

And the Reds outta anger from dealing with 

Cigarette daydreams and your ever constant nagging

But I won't lie though,

I'm glad you became who you are, 

bitches don't have space in this soul

That's freed from this prison bar

Imma drink and sip and smoke

Imma try and find a way to poke 

Out of this womb you boxed me in

Chasing that motherfucking day dream

Of whether are you fixable or can I fix you

If there's any issue just go flex 

And grab a tissue

Don't mean to be a grunt but if you get the cold

Then don't you ever grow old

Don't find reasons rhymes or ideas to make it make sense

Like an analog clock that's always in past tense

Get .

Clocked.

madrugadas por la tierra

Se despiertan las lombrices y los sueños

Antes que el sol y los pájaros 

Los gatos duermen siestas mudas,

El viento no recuerda como reír

Me dijeron que te tenía que escribir

Cada tanto para no morirme

Cada tanto para no matarte

Te extrañé, cenicero.