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
