SANTA ROSA

This love is from the fancy hood, fancy, fancy
This love is from the fancy hood

Look, I got the hottest guy
Don’t get it twisted, he’s not that dangerous
He stole my heart, and that’s some real mobster shit
And without doing anything, he’s got the whole hood jealous

The toughest guy in the city
Calls me QQ or Titi
His lips are mine, he doesn’t share a bit
But I’m chill because I’ve got no competition
(Whatever)

Like a summer movie, we sneak our hands together
We take a shot and pass the smoke
He’s from Santa Rosa, from the corner next door
A perfect setup, Andalusian accent he carries as a legacy
He already knows my size
And I know his rhythm well

This love is from the fancy hood, fancy, fancy
This love is from the fancy hood, fancy, fancy
This love is from the fancy hood, fancy, fancy
This love is from the fancy hood, fancy

In a lookout with the lights, I compose
From Can Franquesa to the Fondo neighborhood
I feel you deep, I feel you real deep
I look back and it all happened in a second

In a lookout with the lights, I compose
From Can Franquesa to the Fondo neighborhood
I feel you deep, I feel you real deep
I look back

You make me rain, you make me sweat, you make me, make me fall, you make me, make me bounce
You make me rain, you make me sweat, you make me, make me fall, you make me, make me bounce
You make me rain, you make me sweat, you make me, make me fall, you make me, make me bounce
You make me rain, you make me sweat

This love is from the fancy hood, fancy, fancy
This love is from the fancy hood, fancy, fancy
This love is from the fancy hood, fancy, fancy
This love is from the fancy hood, fancy