Rumba

Always with the same shit
Can't stop thinking about it
Got my head spinning, always on the go
Countless sleepless nights
Getting close to your hips

Feel the bass hitting hard like Big Pun
Fire in the alley, kids high as a kite
We're followed by the dealers and the girls on their iPhones
We're not surrounded by glamour, asshole
We're at the bar, making everyone sick
I don't dance

And boom, feel how it resonates
Some pending issue and a drawer full of fines
And I'll never carry the guilt again
With her to the end of the world and with my brother to the grave

Adding zeros to the account
More demand than supply
If they closed the door on us, kick it down
Many years causing trouble
Running from the cops
We have more road than the Tom-Tom

Fire in the chain
Skull and scorpion
Top down in the big car, patrolling the neighborhood
Not every day is a party, asshole
Locked up in the cell, I think: Let the sheriff die

Boom, I'm in the mood for a party
And it's normal for the night to confuse me
They're already hurting and we've only scratched the surface
With her to the end of the world and with my brother to the grave