BUENOS DÍAS, MAMACITA

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[Verse 1] Sunlight hittin' chrome on the boulevard, Paco Eastside with me, ridin' slow, no rush. Silvester in the back with the windows down, old-school soul while we circle through the town. Palm trees lean like they know our names, white tee fresh, but we don't play games. Corner store coffee, somebody says, “Qué pasa?” I smile at the girl by the wall — “Buenos días, mamacita.” No destination, just another little ride, left hand low while the city rolls by. Guitar keeps talkin' like a story from home, every little bend got a memory of its own. [Chorus] Buenos días, mamacita, sunshine lookin' sweeter when I see ya. Rollin' through the barrio, nice and slow, West Coast breeze and nowhere to go. Buenos días, mamacita, little bit of soul through the speaker. Me and my people, everything alright, cruise all day, then we ride all night. [Verse 2] Paco says, “Relax, hermano, life is good,” so we take another lap through the neighborhood. Kids on the bikes, old heads playin' cards, someone grillin' carne underneath the stars. Pretty señorita with the golden hoops, laughin' with her friends in some clean white shoes. She catches my eye, I give her one little smile, nothing too serious — just stay for a while. Silvester laughs, says, “Man, you never change,” I tell him, “Why should I? I'm enjoyin' the day.” No big speeches, no need to pretend, just good people, good music, good friends. [Chorus] Buenos días, mamacita, sunshine lookin' sweeter when I see ya. Rollin' through the barrio, nice and slow, West Coast breeze and nowhere to go. Buenos días, mamacita, little bit of soul through the speaker. Me and my people, everything alright, cruise all day, then we ride all night. [Outro] Slow ride... windows down... guitar singin' while we circle the town. Paco Eastside, Silvester by my side, one more “Buenos días” as we glide on by. No pressure. No drama. Just sunshine, familia... and another lap around the barrio.