[Intro] Stop, okay, ya empezamos, My tongue trips up but I still keep dancing, 916, I’m laughing, Got my words all mismatching. [Verse 1] Mira, compa, I’m doing my best, Got three verbs living rent-free in my chest, I say “hola,” then I panic and freeze, Like, “¿Dónde está… uh… my keys?” I grew up hearing Spanish around, In kitchens, cars, and the old side of town, But when I try, man, my brain goes blank, Like my vocab fell straight in the riverbank. Mi abuela would’ve laughed, “mijo, otra vez?” I mix up “mañana” with “maybe” and stress, I got “gracias,” “perdón,” and “qué pasó,” Then I freestyle the rest like a broke radio. [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need perfect, I just need heart, Every little phrase is a shaky start, If I mess it up, don’t let me go, I’m still finding rhythm in poquito español. [Chorus] I don’t speak it right, but I sing it loud, Half my words get lost in the crowd, Roll my R’s like a busted wheel, But every line still says what I feel. Poquito español, little bit of soul, Trying not to crash when the syllables roll, Laugh if you want, I’ll laugh too, I’m learning out loud, that’s the truth. [Verse 2] En Sacramento, por la Florin Road, I hear Spanish cruising out somebody’s stereo, Tacos on the corner, jokes in the air, I know the feeling even when words ain’t there. Pero cuando hablo, ay, qué situación, My sentence takes a left at the wrong estación, Quiero decir algo profundo, como “existencialismo,” Sorry that was a big word for Elmo! Mi gente me dice, “bro, you’re okay,” “Just keep talking, no te me eches pa’ atrás today,” So I keep trying with my whole chest, Even when my grammar needs a GPS. [Pre-Chorus 2] I don’t need perfect, I just need nerve, A couple bent phrases and a little swerve, If I mess it up, still let it flow, I’m building my bridge with poquito español. [Chorus 2] I don’t speak it right, but I sing it proud, Half English heart with the Spanish turned loud, Trip on “rr” and stumble on “que,” But I’m still here, finding my way. Poquito español, little bit of soul, Trying not to fold when the syllables roll, Laugh if you want, I’ll laugh too, Every mistake still carries me through. [Bridge] There was a night by the river bend, I heard a family singing with their friends, Didn’t catch every word they knew, But I felt every note come true. Y pensé, maybe that’s enough, Not every voice starts polished up, Some of us learn one phrase at a time, One wrong accent, one right rhyme. So pass me the mic, no shame, no fear, I got half a sentence and I’m still right here, Con todo mi pecho, con todo mi amor, Even if I conjugate straight through the floor. [Breakdown] ¡Muévelo, muévelo, vámonos ya! I got two left feet but I’m still gonna try, Paso pa’ delante, paso pa’ atrás, If I mess it up, everybody just laugh. Dale, dale, no pares ahora, I lost the sentence but I found the hora, Hands in the air, shoulders go low, Everybody bounce with my poquito español. One, two, tres, I forgot what’s next, Cuatro, cinco, now I’m over my stress, Six, seven, wait, ¿cómo se dice? Somebody help me before I get dizzy! Ay, ay, ay, I’m spinning around, Sacramento rhythm got me shaking the ground, No sé mucho, pero tengo sabor, I’m a walking typo with a whole lotta corazón. [Final Chorus] I don’t speak it right, but I sing it loud, Half my words get lost in the crowd, Roll my R’s like a busted wheel, But every line still says what I feel. Poquito español, little bit of soul, Sacramento kid with a half-made goal, Laugh if you want, I’ll laugh too, I’m learning out loud, that’s the truth. No, I don’t speak it perfect, No, I don’t speak it smooth, But I keep reaching for it, ’Cause it still feels like home when I do.
