Exit Count Bounce

Uno, dos, tres, let's go. (huh!)

Thrift-store mirror, flash in the glass

Too many people moving way too fast

I count the exits in the corner of my eye Yeah,

this afterparty's got a fire in the sky (Oye!)

One way out or a hundred ways to move

We find the heat inside the groove

Baila, baila, count them down

No looking back, we own the town

Second-hand velvet, dust on the floor

Somebody's slipping through the backroom door

Spanglish whispers in the crowded frame

Nothing in this room is ever gonna stay the same

Wait,

look closer at the glass

That mirror selfie wasn't from the past

That's my own face staring back at me

I am the exit that I couldn't see (Oye!) One way out

or a hundred ways to move

We find the heat inside the groove Baila,

baila, count them down No looking back,

we own the town

Uno, dos,

tres, let's go. (hahaha)