[Verse 1] [*Low-end, aggressive drill bass, trap hi-hats, but with a surf-rock guitar riff played on a clean, reverb-heavy tone.*] We skipped the finals, left the books on the floor. The boarding pass is folded, just a ghost in the door. Cabo sun is hitting like a sucker punch, We’re trading student loans for a rum-soaked lunch. [Pre-Chorus] The sky is turning violet, the salt is in my lungs. [Chorus] We’re sinking the ship just to see if we float. [Post-Chorus] [*Pirate chant*] Heavenly-ho, let the tequila flow, we’re never coming back from Mexico! [Verse 2] [*Punk rock intensity—faster, drums kicking into a d-beat, bassline getting fuzzier.*] Screaming at the sunrise, eyeliner down my face. Living like an outlaw in a tourist-trap place. Your hoodie’s torn to ribbons from a night on the sand, Trying to find a signal in this godforsaken land. [Pre-Chorus:] The heart is heavy metal, but the ocean’s cold and deep. [Chorus] We’re sinking the ship just to see if we float. [Post-Chorus:] [*Pirate chant*] Heavenly-ho, let the tequila flow, we’re never coming back from Mexico! [Verse 3] [*The "Groovy" transition—reggae-influenced, heavy bassline, melodic drill flow.*] Gold teeth, bad decisions, floating on the tide. Nowhere left to run, so we’ve got nowhere to hide. It’s a pirate’s life for the broken and the young, The last song of the semester is the one we haven't sung. [Pre-Chorus] The world is shrinking down to the bottle in my grip. [Chorus] We’re sinking the ship just to see if we float. [Post-Chorus] [*Pirate chant*]Heavenly-ho, let the tequila flow, we’re never coming back from Mexico! [Bridge] [*Slowing down, atmospheric synths, emo-screams building into a chaotic, distorted drill beat-drop.*] I don’t want to go back to the gray. I don’t want to answer the phone. Let the tide take the wreckage away... [*Beat-drop*] WE’RE NOT GOING HOME. From Our Trip to Mexico! [Instrumental] [*Fades Out*]
