Natanael Cano turns up the volume on his signature corridos tumbados style with “Periquito,” painting a vivid picture of a restless night fueled by luxury brands, fast cars, and a steady stream of party enhancers. The “periquito” (literally “parakeet”) is Mexican slang for cocaine, the little companion that keeps him alivianado—chilled yet wired—while he flashes Gucci bags, Off-White and Supreme gear, and roars down the highway in a two-door ride. Every line oozes bravado: he might not even remember what country last night’s fiesta was in, but he knows he always rolls first-class and never settles for anything “sin corte” (cut or low-grade).
Beneath the swagger, the song hints at an endless loop of adrenaline and distraction. Cano admits he has no idea where he’s headed, but staying tumbadón (laid-back yet buzzing) is non-negotiable. Tasks pile up, mornings blur into nights, and yet the agenda somehow remains “controlado.” “Periquito” is equal parts celebration and cautionary snapshot—a thrill ride through modern Mexican street culture where designer labels, late-night caravans, and double cups define success, and the party never really stops.