Barcelona

And we’ll both be talking about Barcelona
And you say you miss him but come over
Y ya lo sé

The scars on my shoulder, my feet getting colder, let’s act like we’re older
The scars on my shoulder, my feet getting colder, I’ll act like I’m older

Well don’t you for a second think I’m hard
Well don’t you for a second think I’m hard

Its summer here often
And we’ll both be talking about Barcelona
And you say you’re missing his persona
Y ya no sé

It’s late but I showed up, small talk till we roll up, let’s act like we’re grownups
The scars on my shoulder, my feet getting colder, I’ll act like I’m older

Well don’t you for a second think I’m hard
Well don’t you for a second think I’m hard