Tell me what's up with his weirdo flow

He's rapping 'bout things I just don't know

One line 'bout beaches, next champagne and ice

A strange mix that makes me feel not so nice

He's talking 'bout grinding and that gasoline fire

Of a quickie love gone sour on the wire

Loose words just crammed in a forced rhyme scheme

And the crowd screams loud, lost in a reggaeton dream

I don't get the hype of this same old reggaeton sound

Every track's the same, spinning 'round and 'round

Lyrics like a cyclone, twisting in the air

Yet they're singing along like they just don't care

He says "baby" then jumps to "yo, what's the deal?"

A message unsent, how does that make you feel?

Is it the beat that's got them hypnotized, you see?

Or has all logic just slipped away from me?

I try to get it, but it just don't stick

A broken puzzle, a missing magic trick

Maybe I'm old school, can't catch the groove

Or is the volume just pushing me out of the room?

I don't get the hype of this same old reggaeton sound

Every track's the same, spinning 'round and 'round

Lyrics like a cyclone, twisting in the air

Yet they're singing along like they just don't care