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