Que necesitas marijuana? lucas? cuetes? banko?
Aqui en MEXICO! (mexican cry)
And live your life in the low A place where you can hide And everything will be tight
They want me on a murder rap which violates my probations Aint no fucking way im staying here with what im facing Sold my car to a junk yard And bought a one-way bus ride Take me across the border i'll coooool out and hide After 80 wicked hours of stale they hit the last stop Threw me out the bus left me standing there hasta Turned and started walking tell me what is there to see Everything was all in spanish but the sign "Welcome to Mexico City"
And live your life in the low (ok) A place where you can hide And everything will be tight (alright)
Maybe i can fetch a job, find a wife and start a family Maybe i can learn spanish cause nobody is understanding me Maybe i can get a place, settle down and try to blend in Maybe i can just relax, be myself and quit pretending
You can say harbor bay or south monterey Even islands off the map within their dead sea passageways Don't fucking matter man from pakistan to chuck e. cheeses From the ramada in granada i do far as the equater reaches Virginia beaches, saskastun, cancoon, the blue lagoon, from desert sanddunes metropolis is From pueblo north cakalaki back to waikiki They searchin high and low for me
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