Lyrics:
inebriated stars
Down in Mexico
Never did like
The tropics much
Now I can't imagine ever giving it up
Tequila
Guess I still need ya
Tears keep rolling
Over
battle group is floatin'
'Cause your label going broke-n, broke-n
Paying DJs to give you a spin
Payola, I know you go'n hate me for this
Hate me
Since I
ain't got no plan but put you in a Lamb'
Take you to the tropics, somewhere you can get a tan, okay bae
Baby I, I know you don't understand, but
Baby
Yeah
Loop de loop
What it do?
Fish with legs
No more school
Flick a clit
You in the group
Giant flies drinkin soup
Got no humans in the zoo
What
Watch'em get gone when he hop in the coupe
Yeah bitch I be with the gang
We not the same, you just a group
You just a group
Workin for the things that I wish
then back to the tropics
Making Ben Franks get back in my pocket
Hope you don't think these cats finna stop this
I can never slow down I'm running laps
Tell us, señorita, do they grow
Any more like you down in Mexico?
That is something we should like to know
For, in case they do there we'll have
niggas too iffy
Why you ain't veli imma APE bitch it's a group difference
Iont need a posse in this group it's only two niggas
Nah you can get down lil
problems I do are math problems with profit
Only lyin' I do is lyin' out in the tropics
Only cryin' I do is cryin' from laughin' 'bout it
Only lackin' I
Maybe Tokyo or maybe China I don't know
We could build a house and settle down in Mexico
We could fly, or we could swim
Say nice things, and watch you
was disgusting and shitty
In a concrete mixer she spat him and made him the pillar of Mexico city
Chapo chups became a farming class hero, a star like
getting better do this
Shit in any weather
And if you really clever watch your
Head for your head get severed
And you don't stop and that's
147
of the loop, and now I feel like I'm tied in"
"We put these water jugs out there
And these racist groups slice them open with knives"
"Como quisiera tener el
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
I roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in
for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son
So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile
this
Stay in the water like the lochness
Shirtless rocking a locket
Drugs in my pocket
It's all for a profit
Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in
this
Stay in the water like the lochness
Shirtless rocking a locket
Drugs in my pocket
It's all for a profit
Aim it and pop it, drive in a range in
the truth
Telling lies up in that booth
Ain't got time for silly feuds
Do my thing I must conclude
Catch you lackin and you screwed
Fuck the opps a daily mood
who flew the coop
Talking two can on some fruity loops
Got all the flavours got all the juice
Got all hoes what's your favourite group?
In the place but
to rehearse in this city is insane
$850 A month for a sixteen foot rehearsal space
I checked my emails for the day
And dug out some old expired film that I’d
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