How come it feels, like we never get away
Ain't real until we step foot on a plan
What we've got, right here, girl it's what we need
Don't have to go anywhere to be
Dancing around on the living room floor
Get wild and move all the furniture
What we got, right here, is all that we'll ever need
Can't you see
Ooo, we can burn at home
Santeria on the radio
Ooo, we can burn at home
No phones, alone, yah we can burn at home
How come it feels like this Sunday sun
Has to be the Bahamas,
Your kiss, the heat, and something on the grill
Don't need to leave with how alive you make me feel
We got cheap wine, Sublime, and a summer love
Who needs top shelf drinks when we got us
We got postmates, all day, and no where to be
Nothin' more we need
Ooo, we can burn at home
Santeria on the radio
Ooo, we can burn at home
No phones, alone, yah we can burn at home