Smoke on July

(fuego...) Hoodie smells like sweet smoke

On a floor that feels like late July

Stranger in the mirror looks back

Keeping the receipt but I don't know why

Baila, baila, feel the heat

(baila) Underneath the heavy beat

Siente el fuego, move your feet

(ah-hah) Fuego in the summer street

Spilled drinks on the leather jacket

Neon blue reflection in the glass

Whispers from the back booth quiet

While the bassline makes the windows crack

Baila, baila, feel the heat

(baila) Underneath the heavy beat

Siente el fuego, move your feet

(ah-hah) Fuego in the summer street

(fuego...) (keep the receipt...)