My World in love.

With that mind, love yourself, commit yourself

To please the incompetent

And lower his feet from the cloud and be his neighbor across the street

You'll see how good you feel

That we die from the inside out

That we step on asphalt, highway territory

With no money in the wallet, there is little left

So that it spits blood on your side and you become star dust

Suspension, feel you come back

Microscopic energy, emerging emulsions, agnostic people

that is self-diagnosing one hundred diopters

If fear is your philosophy, it is your mantra, hypochondria

Normal that you feel cold

If you don't enjoy the warmth of empathy

I invite you to define what was holding you back

I invite you to preview future dystopia s

I invite you to premeditate your life in harmony

The perfect woman who does not pray at your altar

The one you see so closely, but you won't touch

The one you call narrow, fragile masculinity

Take your vanity to dinner, dose of reality

The perfect woman you don't know how to take care of

The one you think she competes, but she has no rival

The one you call narrow, fragile masculinity

Take your dignity to dinner, the lime eats it

I feel good in a constant stay good

I find myself on the edge of the abyss without prayers so that I do not throw myself

That I have not done my homework, I climb it up the walls

I'm starting to be what everyone wants, the tip of the iceberg

I'm cheating on myself

Hypothermia and they beg me for silence

If I have anima, why do I feel like a simple body?

If it doesn't cheer me up, and it doesn't cheer me up, it all saps my morale

If everything resides in the cerebral cortex

I am not rambling but I feel like a vegetable

If you at least scold me, I would tell you to hold on

But you spit in my face, that poison so deadly, gyal

But you spit in my face, that poison so deadly, gyal

But you spit in my face, that poison so deadly, gyal

The perfect woman who does not pray at your altar

The one you see so closely, but you won't touch

The one you call narrow, fragile masculinity

Take your vanity to dinner, dose of reality

The perfect woman you don't know how to take care of

The one you think competes, but has no rival

The one you call narrow, fragile masculinity

Take your dignity to dinner, the lime eats it

The lime eats it

Stop, pa, pa, pa, pa

Umm, umm, umm

Since I put these letters at my mercy, I feel that everything turns and turns towards me.

Interview 02.

Who is hiding behind Babi?

My real name is Barbara, I am 21 years old and I am from Madrid. I am Babi and Bárbara, the artist is not different from the person because what I do is the only thing I do. It is my day to day and there is no kind of division, of reality, or anything. I like music, I like listening to it and everything related to it. It is my mantra.

Since when do you create music?

From the age of 14. I used to write in English. At first I was ashamed to express myself in Spanish because I felt that I undressed more, people understand you more. Writing in English was very limiting. I started writing in Spanish when I saw that I needed to elaborate more.

Is there a tipping point where you decide to jump in and try to dedicate yourself to this?

There has not been any kind of click. I noticed that I loved music. I was in the car and I skipped a song that I liked and I enjoyed it, I was very sorry. I locked myself in my room to sing but I didn't think at any time that I was going to dedicate myself to this. I was doing my studies and I started uploading things. Then I made a break in the studios and there was a person who told me, hey why don't we try to make a little path and upload things to YouTube more often, we try to record them with more quality and then we upload it to Spotify. It was something that built itself.

I have read in an interview that you define your songs as sad music.

At the level of listening to music I like rap. What I value the most is the lyric, what happens is that also other types of genre that juggle a lot with the voice and I have a mental cocoa of things and I absorb from one side and the other.

Most of the things I write are sad and quite depressing. They are included within the sad genre,. I try to combine simple guitar and piano bases, and then some sad lyrics that can even be passed on to.

I like the calm bases and I write on top. I also write aggressive, a bit what I want. One day I take out a sad song and another day I can take you out a song like, which is more trap.

Your songs are all very personal, I imagine that each one will take you to a moment in your life. Do they function as a kind of diary when you listen to them?

When I listen to them, not because when I do it is to analyze the faults they have and that only makes me more nervous and I try to avoid it. When I do them I spit out a little what I am feeling at that moment and I usually have between anger and sadness when I start to write. It leaves without asking. You get a phrase and then you link it to the next without having to think anything because it is what is coming out of your pain, to put it in a dramatic way haha.

It is true that I vent a lot. As you

All speak a bit of the same thing, I do not need the lyrics as such to remember it, just knowing what song it is already transports me to what I was feeling at that moment, why and what had happened to me that day to be like this, although the song be very generic.

What is your favorite subject?

I don't know, every time I write a song that I like and I'm happy with the result, it gives me an ego boost and I say: "wow, it's the best thing I've done." Whenever I write something new for me it is the best thing I have done. In the long run, when I re-listen to those topics to check bugs I say: "God how could I upload this ... I should have worked this part more ..." and it doesn't seem like the best thing to me anymore.

I think it happens to many of us, we evolve, picking up a bit of quality or more versatility and it always seems to us that the next thing is the best.

When it comes to composing, what inspires you the most?

Always pain. Pain because of love, because of friendship, because of trauma ... Subjects that are a bit dark but generally cause pain. I believe that pain, depending on the reason and the cause, hurts in one way or another. It always hurts but different. You are suffering for a person or you are suffering for yourself. They are different ways that I like to express in the songs.

What would you like to convey to the people who listen to you with your music?

Above all that they do not take themselves as a kind of role model whatever I write. It's not about that. I am venting, it is not that you become a dark person and have to feel the same. Simply, that if they want to support what I do and admire it, that they do it, but that they see it from the outside. If you are going through a bad time, take it as a kind of companionship, of support so that you do not feel alone, but never take it as that life has to be that dodgy.

Also to people who can listen to me and who dedicate themselves to music and above all who are starting or who have been for a while and feel that they want to leave it, that it is not giving them results or whatever, that you have to consider yourself a musician forever. You don't have to be a musician only if you sell or if there are people who are listening to you. You don't have to give up something that gives you life. To those people who make music, I know it's very desperate if you want to make a living from it or have some stability, but don't let them anyway.

Who are your musical references?

I listen to a lot of music and I am beginning to hear new sounds. Getting into music, really what rap is, Canserbero introduced me, and I'm very happy to hear from him for so long. As a result, I listened to many artists from the hip hop culture. I was also closely associated with reggae and I admire many artists from Latin America who do reggae or ragga (mixed with hip hop).

To this day I am very obsessed with Latin America and with artists from Mexico, Colombia, Venezuela ... I am also listening to a lot of classical music, a lot of psychotrans to sleep ... I am picking up little bits of everything.

We couldn't finish the interview without asking you, more about culture and less about what?

More about culture and less about pose.

By: Sandra Carnota.

I do not defend, no

To the one who, knowing that he is hurting, does not stop still, no

The cutest little lamb of the year

It smells like a wolf from afar, no, no, no, no, no

It smells like a wolf from afar, no, no, no, no, no

And in the name of those fools

Today I break my silence Claqueta marking a compass, ti-, ti-, times of peace

When you let yourself be stepped on

That's not worth it, mom

I give you my life, a pee pas

Your member, monopolize?

The what titan? What will they say? The guild is big for you if you defame in privacy

I no longer believe your cordiality

Your smile is just as false

That your desire to see me arrive

That your desire to see me fill, I do not defend, no

To the one who, knowing that he is hurting, does not stop still, no

The cutest little lamb of the year

It smells like a wolf from afar, no, no, no, no, no

It smells like a wolf from afar, no, no, no, no, no

And in the name of those fools

Today I break my silence, the one who hates you quiet is the coward from the bar

The one who eats quietly is to not give you a taste

He who lives tangled does not even give you the time

Another night I sleep alone, I don't even trust my shadow The one who hates you quietly is the coward from the bar

The one who eats quietly is to not give you a taste

He who lives tangled does not even give you the time

Another night I sleep alone, I don't even trust my shadow to me she told me: "believe me baby, you know I'm at your feet

Ask me for tests of faith, I will not try other cocktails "If this guillotine when falling

Playing dumb is winning

Break schemes later

The good connoisseur has nothing to understand, he saw the butterflies in my belly

And I saw the little monkey with saucers in mind

I'm glad that you are so obedient to the flock

Your insufficient brain does not spread to my people and I I do not defend, no

To the one who, knowing that he is hurting, does not stop still, no

The cutest little lamb of the year

It smells like a wolf from afar, no, no, no, no, no

It smells like a wolf from afar, no, no, no, no, no

And in the name of those fools

Today I break my silence

(Not me)..