Yeah, check the mic, one two... Tonight's a good investment. Leave the problems on the voicemail.

Yeah, check the mic, one two... Tonight's a good investment. Leave the problems on the voicemail. (Verse 1) Rollin' up to the spot, valet got the keys Feel the temperature rising, yeah, it's gotta be me. Fresh fit, low profile, but you know I shine. Walk through the crowd, watch 'em stop and rewind. Text went out at eight, meet-up set at ten, Now it's past midnight, this is where the fun begins. I see my crew posted up, section in the back, Reservations secured, ain't no turning back. Table lookin' crowded, ice glowin' in the dark, Need a bottle of the good stuff to really leave a mark. (Chorus) Look at the clock, man, we ain't in a hurry Got the whole squad here, no reason to worry. Hands in the air, speakers beatin' the floor, Tell the waiter bring another ten on the pour. Yeah, drinking all this liquor like Casa Amigos That mean I'm drinking all this liquor like it's my homeboy's. Tonight we make memories we won't tell tomorrow, Chasin' the high, forgettin' the sorrow. (Verse 2) She glidin' through the room, eyes locked on the prize, Walkin' like a blessing that fell out of the skies. Sent a drink over, yeah, the play was subtle, Couple minutes later, we inside the huddle. Talkin' 'bout her dreams, talkin' 'bout the grind, She said she never seen a vibe quite like mine. The music gets louder, the rhythm takes control, I feel the energy flowin', touchin' my soul. Another shot glass, salute to the night, Everything is blurry, but the future looks bright. This feeling is the truth, it's the ultimate score, Gotta get more of this, and then get some more. (Chorus) Look at the clock, man, we ain't in a hurry Got the whole squad here, no reason to worry. Hands in the air, speakers beatin' the floor, Tell the waiter bring another ten on the pour. Yeah, drinking all this liquor like Casa Amigos That mean I'm drinking all this liquor like it's my homeboy's. Tonight we make memories we won't tell tomorrow, Chasin' the high, forgettin' the sorrow. (Bridge) No VIP section, we make our own room, Burnin' up the bad days, watchin' 'em zoom. This tequila got me speaking a different language, The only thing that matters is the friends I came with. Yeah, the friends I came with, that's the whole thesis, We been through the ups and downs, left the pieces. So we celebrate the struggle, salute the success, One more toast to the fact that we were truly blessed. (Outro) (Beat fades out slowly, synth pad holds) ...Casa Amigos Vibe. Yeah... like it's my homeboy's. Sun comin' up? Don't care. Do it again tomorrow. (Record scratch and silence) What do you think of the vibe? I could write a second verse from a different perspective if you want!