Yo, don’t stop the party, we’re neon lightning,
mojito sky, bass slap, sunrise rewriting;
samba hearts on titanium feet,
shake that rum dream, make the ocean repeat.
Hands up, cortisol drowned in the kick,
24-karat grin, we’re licking the stick;
fiesta forever, no last call, no sorrow—
wake up tomorrow, still borrowed tomorrow.