Fuego en la Pista（版本 3）

Verse

Heels off, keys down, phone's on silent for the night

Sweat on my collarbone, catching all the strobe light

Four girls, one mirror, red lips and gold liner

Ninety minutes till the block starts to shine up

Speakers stacked high like a building on fire

Bassline crawling up my spine, taking me higher

Door guy waves us through, no line, no waiting

This whole city's mine tonight, no negotiating

Pre-Chorus

Who's gonna stop me now

Who's gonna call me home

Clock says one a.m.

I say we're just getting go-o-oing

Chorus

Fuego en la pista, feel it in my feet

We don't need a reason, we just need the beat

Freedom's in my hips tonight, nobody keeps the key

Fuego en la pista, and the fire's chasing me

Verse

Table full of limes and a bottle sweating cold

Some boy keeps on staring but I'm not here to be told

What I do, where I go, how late I let this run

Every dembow hit lands like a shot into the sun

Strangers turn to family for three and a half minutes

Bass drops, hands up, everybody's in it

No last names tonight, just first names and the rhythm

Freedom tastes like limón, and baby I'm still sipping it

Pre-Chorus

Who's gonna stop me now

Who's gonna call me home

Clock says one a.m.

I say we're just getting go-o-oing

Chorus

Fuego en la pista, feel it in my feet

We don't need a reason, we just need the beat

Freedom's in my hips tonight, nobody keeps the key

Fuego en la pista, and the fire's chasing me

Bridge

Somebody count it down, uno, dos, tres, va

Watch the whole room catch it, ey, ey

No curfew, no goodbye

Just me and the neon sky

Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn tonight

Chorus

Fuego en la pista, feel it in my feet

We don't need a reason, we just need the beat

Freedom's in my hips tonight, nobody keeps the key

Fuego en la pista, and the fire's chasing me