A blazing sun with the window open
Sweaty, so hot, daydreaming awake
What a party, kid, last night's, Mufasa
I eat an arepa missing my home
What I would give for a thing like that
You and I in Caracas like in 2000
We're skating along the Cota Mil
With the macaws, babe, a flow like that
Wh-what I would give for a thing like that
Cola shaved ice and the dollar at a thousand
We're vibing with a glass of Nestea
El Ávila behind, looks like the TV
I remember going a thousand on the Fajardo in a Ford Fiesta
The pepitos from the Texa
The west's got bougie kids too
A bird for all the cops that always steer you to the right, dude
Head down to La Guaira, bro
Garlic sauce, I kiss you, babe
What I would give for a thing like that
You and I in Caracas like in 2000
We're skating along the Cota Mil
With the macaws, babe, a flow like that
Wh-what I would give for a thing like that
Cola shaved ice and the dollar at a thousand
We're vibing with a glass of Nestea
El Ávila behind, looks like the TV
I didn't know that I was vibing
Perched on a mango tree
Leaving high school sweating
A cachito, a tiny room was waiting for me
Living without the instructions, seeing the hearts
Recognizing the gifts, doing what's supposed
Always on vacation, ayayai
On the beach with no money, ayayai
Not in Madrid, nor in Beirut nor in Paris
How sweet to come back to you
What I would give for a thing like that
You and I in Caracas like in 2000
We're skating along the Cota Mil
With the macaws, babe, a flow like that
What I would give for a thing like that
Cola shaved ice and the dollar at a thousand
We're vibing with a glass of Nestea
El Ávila behind, looks like the TV
I want to go back, I want to go back
I want to go back, oh, when?
I want to go back, I want to go back
I want to go back, for when?
A blazing sun with the window open
Listening to 'Pásame la Yesca'
The Music From The Company