| Oh, we gotta stay strong we gotta go on |
| Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun |
| Make a fool of ourselves in order to help |
| Order an order to flirt with our death |
| A mixtape of love a handful of god |
| You are mine in a complex of thoughts |
| Oooooo |
| I only talk in Spanish with my mates |
| The language that solely consists of words like true love and hate |
| Terrific dancers scatter the streets |
| Muscular men chat up bullfighting ladies with pompadour cheeks |
| And that’s all that I’ll ever need |
| Oh, we gotta stay strong we gotta go on |
| Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun |
| Make a fool of ourselves in order to help |
| Order an order to flirt with our death |
| A mixtape of love a handful of god |
| You are mine in a complex of thoughts |
| Oooooo |
| Camino Camaro come up on your feet |
| Rise from the hot innuendo of Hemingway dreams |
| The damage already disguised its seeds |
| Lets leave for the party, eat ocean fish, make love to the beast |
| And that is all that we’ll ever need |
| Oh, we gotta stay strong we gotta go on |
| Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun |
| Make a fool of ourselves in order to help |
| Order an order to flirt with our death |
| A mixtape of love a handful of god |
| You are mine in a complex of thoughts |
| Oooooo |