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paree / aftermath - jean franco lyrics

[part 1: paree]

[intro: cuban party] (jean franco)
todo el mundo esta bien
(todo el mundo esta bien dice)
todo el mundo esta encamina’o
(todo el mundo esta bien)
i’m just sitting at the cuban family reunion
(okay, okay)
at mima’s house
n-body understands what the h-ll anybody’s saying
(no, quien le va a entender?)
there’s 40 conversations going on at once
(ya se, igualmente, esto pasa en mi casa pa que sepas)
…
(esto no es una cosa de, you know, qualquiera
de – no no no, esto es normal. esto es normal.)
y el papo, y andres
(y esta. honestamente es divertido.)
now everybody’s quiet
everybody’s –

[verse 1: jean franco]
from la saguesera to new york
get yo’ fork, grab lechon
pop the cork, grab yo’ cig
rip a hit, eat that pork
get it quick, ‘nother tour
yea they linin’ up for more (linin’, linin’)
get up, get yo’ d-mn problems
leave ‘em at the d-mn door
treat our guests with respect
our versace on the floor
but i’m poor, so ignore
it’s symbolic, uhh
pachanga, fiesta, rumba call it
i got the best of yuca come
and now we fighting que cojone?
it look real bad that aggravated lovin’
i’m just, trynna spend the time that’s left
not to glance back, but get lit with the people that i love
man i miss this, all the parties the talks, time to reminisce
all the price limit gifts
meant so much as a kid ‘cause we didn’t pick sh-t we just had a glimpse of
what we could have if we worked hard
if we did three daily prayers to the lord
if we hid our layers under dior
just a kid thinkin’ put yo’ foot in the d-mn door
only door that bust wide open is the one your fam calls home, uh
don’t take for granted those you have not chosen
‘cause there’s a lot of bad fishies in this ocean
and yeah we got yo’ back when you feelin’ broken

[part 2: aftermath]

[verse 2: jean franco]
anyway, aftermath, after hours
after yo’ -ss out of my house
after champagne showers
you should run along, sing a song
and then rave about us
we hit a home run, king kong
couldn’t catch the fly ball
still up in the sky looking down at us
learning how to fly like a cloud does
celebratory high i’m clouded
but please get the f-ck out my apartment
just tonight we’ll do another one after
but my ribs still hurting from the laughter
i need to sleep so all the chisme needs to scatter
i need to…
this place is a disaster, ugh f-ck

- jean franco lyrics

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