I\'ve gone Loco, drowned at Acapulco, because I stayed too long.
A spirit so strong, rhythm like an ocean, born in 81
I hear the voices, pounding from the choices, but they can\'t be wrong
This is my life, stepping to the right side, as this walks not done
I found the magic, hiding in the mattress, among many homes
Inside my mind, we\'re species of our own kind, lost in every song
Skin of the drum, pumping up local, to know your voice
Mixing our vibe, laying down a new line, to keep this strong
Now find your write, place it up for our sight, it can\'t be wrong
When you Loco, drowning at Acapulco, you\'ll never be alone