Quinceañera

I lied
I don't want symmetry
I don't want ecstasy
I don't want thread

I tried
I don't need living loud
I don't need to be allowed
I don't need moist towelettes or parapets
I make the hand-me-downs, I'm proud

Cubanito
Cuban Ito
No inventes, niño
Va y da cariño

Where's my fucking Quinceañera?
I know its not tradition
But I sure could use one now
Where's my fucking Quinceañera?

I'll be the center of attention if it means you're in the crowd
It's so funny
All this money
Going into something
That means nothing
To feel pretty...
I get it tho

Dancing's fun
I'm no good at it
I'm no good at it
Not while you're around

I'm yelling, I'm screaming
Tears gushing and streaming
Just cause JLo told me to get loud

Pequeñito
Descarado, chico
Sientate conmigo
Por un ratico
Cuando yo digo

Where's my fucking Quinceañera?
I know I shouldn't have one
But machismo's so cliche
Where's my fucking Quinceañera?
I'm 5 years waiting for my big boy day

Envelopes of cash
Shiny car to crash
On my Quinceañera
You can be my date
You can get there late
To my Quinceañera
Dancing with my dad
Wouldn't feel so bad
On my Quinceañera
And he'd say son
You're not the only one
Who wants a Quinceañera

I lied
I don't want sympathy
I don't want charity
I don't want friends

I tried
I don't like partying
I don't like pointless things
I don't meet ends

But I could use a pick-me-up
I could use a party just for nothing
Just to feel something

Can a grown man get a fucking Quinceañera?
I don't want glitz and glamor, I just want a turnaround
Where's my motherfucking Quinceañera?
I need something between my feet and the ground

You can stomp your feet
You'll have lots to eat
At my Quinceañera
You can come inside
You can lose your mind
At my Quinceañera
You can take your time
Pata sucia grime
At my Quinceañera

My Quinceañera
My Quinceañera
My Quinceañera
My Quinceanera

You should be delighted
Cause you're invited to my Quinceañera



Credits
Writer(s): Pablo Uribasterra
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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