No estés funky, no estés loco,

RITMO baila hasta el coco,

Black Eyed, J Balvin, fuego,

rompe el suelo, sube el juego.

Latido en la piel, sudor en la noche,

corazón se va, no hay quien lo toque;

boom-boom, el bajo me invade,

ritmo salvaje que nunca se frena.

Bad boys for life, sin control,

la ciudad entera es nuestro club, ?vamos!

Rock that body, clock go tick-tock

Bass so chunky, make the planet moon-walk

Sweat drip neon, heart beat 4/4 nonstop

Hands up, hands up, let the galaxy drop

Future funk cannon, we blast out the top

No seat, no ceiling, let the zero-G pop

Rock that body—don’t pause, don’t stop

Till the sun come back and the echoes swap

No, don’t phunk with my heart, it’s a fragile spark in the dark,

you flicked that switch, now I’m glitching in loops of your laugh.

I gave you the bassline under my ribs, you remixed it with maybe,

left me skipping on “us” like a scratched CD of forever.

I’m radio-shouting your name through static regrets,

but you auto-tuned goodbye, turned love into echo effects.

Still I dance in the ruins, neon tears on my cheeks,

begging the DJ of night: spin truth, not deceit.

Shut up, just shut up, shut up

Ain’t nothin’ left to say when the talk turns to rust

Yappin’ like a chainsaw, cuttin’ trust into dust

We was sunrise, now we just heat and haze

Same four walls echoin’ with your replayed plays

Finger-pointin’ tango, who’s wrong, who’s right

While the moon gets tired of watchin’ us fight

So zip it, lock it, drop the key in the sea

Silence is the only sound still fightin’ for we

Two peas in a pot, we bob in the same sweet brine,

moonlight pickles our laughter, turning seconds to dill.

I’m the wrinkle you never shake, you’re the salt on my every bite—

when the jar tips, we roll together, small green planets in a galaxy of steam.

If the world forgets to boil, we’ll sprout in the dark,

vines tangling like headphones in last night’s coat.

Crunch us, sugar us, we still taste like home—

two hearts beating in one glass, forever uncanned.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps,

Suga-suga how you get so fly?

I drive these brothers crazy,

I do it on the daily,

They treat me really nicely,

They buy me all these ices.

Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and then Donna,

Karan, they be sharin’,

All their money got me wearin’

Fly gear but I ain’t askin’,

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