Noche Sin Fin

Built around An endless night in the city, moving between clubs, encounters, and the search for something real in the neon. La Primera's block-party energy carries the concept through latin-trap that rewards repeat listens. "The DJ's playing bangers but the feeling never falls" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs dark, hypnotic, nocturnal. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.

[verse 1] Two AM and the city's bleeding neon through the rain Moving through the velvet rope like I'm running from the pain Everybody's wearing masks, not the kind you see The kind they put on every night pretending to be free VIP but feeling very empty in the booth Champagne bubbles rising like the lies we call the truth She's texting someone else while dancing close to me And I'm searching for connection in a room full of debris [chorus] Noche sin fin, the night won't end Noche sin fin, around every bend Another door, another face, another empty space Noche sin fin, I'm running out of grace The city never sleeps but I wish that it would Because I'm tired of chasing feelings in the neighborhood Noche sin fin, somebody turn the lights on Noche sin fin, where did the night go wrong [verse 2] Third spot of the evening, same songs, different walls The DJ's playing bangers but the feeling never falls Into place, like a puzzle with the pieces from another box I'm checking on my phone but the silence only mocks Used to think the night was freedom, used to think the dark was fun Now I'm counting exits like I'm counting down from one Maybe what I'm looking for isn't in the bass Maybe what I'm looking for is in a quieter place [chorus] Noche sin fin, the night won't end Noche sin fin, around every bend Another door, another face, another empty space Noche sin fin, I'm running out of grace The city never sleeps but I wish that it would Because I'm tired of chasing feelings in the neighborhood Noche sin fin, somebody turn the lights on Noche sin fin, where did the night go wrong [bridge] Maybe I'll walk home tonight Feel the cold air, see the morning light Maybe the answer isn't louder, it's more still Maybe the party that I need is on the windowsill Watching the sunrise with a coffee in my hands Finally understanding what it means to stand [chorus] Noche sin fin, the night won't end Noche sin fin, around every bend Another door, another face, another empty space Noche sin fin, I'm running out of grace The city never sleeps but I wish that it would Because I'm tired of chasing feelings in the neighborhood Noche sin fin, somebody turn the lights on Noche sin fin, where did the night go wrong [outro] Noche sin fin But the morning's coming Noche sin fin I'm done running