LEARN LYRICS

Fasten your seatbelt and step into the party vortex of Alucin... The song introduces us to a larger-than-life character nicknamed “Alucín,” Mexican slang for someone who’s always high on adrenaline, imagination, or something stronger. Across one wild weekend he chain-hops from club to club, lights up a “baby hitter,” wines and dines a blonde in red-bottom Louboutins, feasts on gold-topped Wagyu at Porfirio’s, and blows his cash at the MGM. Backed by the swaggering sound of regional Mexican corrido fused with urban flair, every lyric flashes another Polaroid of excess: designer labels, stacks of money (“las pacas”), roaring trucks, and nonstop bets.

Beneath the flexing, the track offers a window into modern corrido-trap culture where fame, risk, and reckless fun collide. Alucin celebrates the rush of living in perpetual overdrive while subtly reminding us that the line between thrill and crash is razor-thin. It’s a soundtrack for anyone who’s ever wondered what happens when “party all weekend” becomes a full-time lifestyle—and why some people can’t, or won’t, hit the brakes.