(Intro) (Whispered): Salty... (Ad-lib): (It's just... salty...) (Verse 1) I hear the echoes of a rhythm I should know (Ad-lib: I should know...) A language on the wind, a place I couldn't go I smell the sofrito, I hear the clave beat (Ad-lib: C'mon...) A phantom family, a dance I can't repeat You kept the food, the values, the fire in the blood You left me on the outside, lookin' for the flood Of history you held back, the person I could be (Ad-lib: You kept the Latina...) You didn't keep me. (Ad-lib: Ugh...) (Chorus) And all I got from you was Salty (Ad-lib: Nothin' but salty...) The taste of the tears you made me cry You kept the sazón and the spice Left me with a different kind of Salty (Ad-lib: So salty...) The sting in the wound you left behind I'm missing the flavor of my own life It's just... salty. (Verse 2 - Corrected) My Abuela... she was a wise one (Ad-lib: Yeah, an old wise woman...) Loved her cooking, gave the people readings (Ad-lib: Practiced Santería... mhm) And you... you sent her money, you paid her bills You were the "good daughter," on the top of the hill (Ad-lib: That's loyalty... right?) You were present for her, you knew what duty was worth But you neglected me, right on your own earth. (Ad-lib: Tell me...) How could you be a daughter, but fail to be a mom? (Ad-lib: How could you?) You let them take me... you just let them come. (Chorus) And all I got from you was Salty (Ad-lib: Nothin' but salty...) The taste of the tears you made me cry You kept the sazón and the spice Left me with a different kind of Salty (Ad-lib: So salty...) The sting in the wound you left behind I'm missing the flavor of my own life It's just... salty. (Bridge) This is the drama, this is the toll... My uncle's on drugs, he lost his own soul... (Ad-lib: God...) My sister, my blood... laid down with my husband... (Ad-lib: Ugh, the betrayal...) My cousin did the same, no trust in this family... (Ad-lib: No trust, no trust...) A big family, torn apart in America Just generations of pain and hysteria (Ad-lib: It's just a cycle!) You left me with the trauma And you kept the tradition You left me with the salt And you kept the sazón. (Chorus / Outro) And all I got from you was Salty! (Ad-lib: Nothin' but salty!) The taste of the tears you made me cry You kept the sazón and the spice Left me with a different kind of Salty! (Ad-lib: So salty, so salty...) The sting in the wound you left behind I'm missing the flavor of my own life It's just... salty. (Whispered): The spice I'll never taste... The tears I can't erase... Salty.