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I'm not running from anything I will face whatever head on Turning dreams into reality For that I am headstrong Got Jose in the passenger Twist it, grind it, pack it, passing me the bong International traveler With a beautiful girl on my arm She was a young woman looking for a better life Without a guarantee, made a sacrifice Went across the border left behind her family Moved to Chicago in the 1970s Learning English, working in a factory Getting used to the winter, where the temperature freeze Eventually, she became a teacher Working in the public school, sticking to procedure Along the way, she raised three sons They struggled as a family but they got it done One of her sons grew up to be my father As a Mexican, she knows the value of a dollar I'm not running from anything I will face whatever head on Turning dreams into reality For that I am headstrong Got Jose in the passenger He twist it, grind it, pack it, passing me the bong International traveler With a beautiful girl on my arm I know I have a lot to offer to the world So I gotta give it all before I go Student of life, already enrolled I believe in karma like my name was Earl Bachata dancing with my Mexican girl Got the skills, she showing me the moves A little tipsy, giving her a twirl Haciendo amor, what we like to do I want connection that is more than physical I prefer the truth even if it's difficult Is that too much to ask, am I too sentimental? Too much time without you can be detrimental I just wanna be successful Be respected and have a lot of cash Keep me head down and be humble I'm a fucking do what I can I'm not running from anything I will face whatever head on Turning dreams into reality For that I am headstrong Got Jose in the passenger He twist it, grind it, pack it, passing me the bong International traveler With a beautiful girl on my arm
Writer(s): Julian Castro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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