La Última Fiesta en la Ciudad (versión 2)

Intro

Eleven bells, the block already smoking

City lights blinking like they're keeping score

One more night before the highway's calling

Last dance, last round, then I'm out that door

Verse

Chrome on the rooftop, bottle sweat on my knuckles

DJ spinning corridos, crowd start to buckle

Neon spilling purple on the hood of the Impala

Every girl in the room saying "quédate un rato más"

I'm counting exits like I'm counting my blessings

Every song that plays is another confession

Twenty candles burning on the bar top like altars

Half the town showed up just to watch how I falter

Cousin pours tequila, says "this one's forever"

I say nothing lasts but the mark that we leave here

Sirens two blocks over, nobody even blinking

We been living fast, ain't got time for the thinking

Mirror on the ceiling shows the whole crowd swaying

City never sleeps but tonight it's finally praying

For one more hour, one more song to keep it holy

'Cause tomorrow this whole block belongs to somebody

Hook

This is the last fiesta in the city

Chrome and neon, bittersweet and pretty

Play it loud before the sun comes creeping

This is the last fiesta in the city

Verse

Taxi meters running while the trumpets keep marching

Ash on my collar from a smoke I ain't sparking

Grandma's ring still tight around my finger

Reminds me every hustle's got a shorter timer

Rooftop water tower painted with my name now

Kids gon' pass it, ask somebody "who's that, and how?"

I ain't got the answer, just the boots and the story

Built from broken curbs and a little bit of glory

Bartender's crying 'cause she knows what this means

Last call for the king of these avenue scenes

Every hand I shake feels like a goodbye letter

Every song request feels like it's getting better

The band don't stop, they know the weight of the hour

Every chord a candle, every verse a flower

I'm laughing loud so the sadness can't catch me

'Cause the city that made me is the city gon' miss me

Hook

This is the last fiesta in the city

Chrome and neon, bittersweet and pretty

Play it loud before the sun comes creeping

This is the last fiesta in the city

Bridge

Four a.m., the crowd is thinning slow

Streetlamps flicker like they already know

I'm leaving pieces in the cracks of the road

This town raised a king it couldn't hold

No regrets, just the echo of the brass

Every ending's just a doorway to the past

Outro

Last cup's empty, last song's fading out

City in my rearview, I don't turn around

This is the last fiesta, and the fiesta's mine

One more toast to the city, then I'm gone with the sunrise