| I know these dreams are make-believe
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| But I don’t think we should to let them go
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| Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez
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| But one day we might make it to Mexico
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| I know our dreams can make believe
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| But I don’t think we need to let them go
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| Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez
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| But one day we might make it to Mexico
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| Baby doll can I call in a favor
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| If you trust me, I trust you
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| We must to
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| Get past times we cuss through
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| While we stand swearin like we in front of judge who
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| Evers on TV, you know what I mean
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| Cus whatever you seen be it debit or green
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| Natti came up on from chasin a dream
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| But yet, like a lil free Red Corevette
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| Sweet on the streets, worth less when its wrecked
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| Work, stress, and sweat, this life is a test but
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| Believe its gonna be all gravy
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| We be runnin in the sun to lay where it’s shady
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| But not fast, fun filled with laughs
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| Can’t take a trip to fall runnin to first class
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| How I wish the woods would up and disperse cash
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| Til' they do its me and you and where I’m taking you last
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| Lil' bathin suit, me grabbin yo ass
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| Past borders with waters as clear as your glass, so
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| Let’s go down Mexico, where the
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| Reefer is cheaper and the sex is slow, c’mon
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| I know these dreams are make-believe
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| But I don’t think we should to let them go
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| Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez
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| But one day we might make it to Mexico
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| I know our dreams can make believe
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| But I don’t think we need to let them go
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| Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez
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| But one day we might make it to Mexico
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| How about sex on the beach? |
| Right
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| Dos Equis? |
| Right, under red light
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| Special, sidewinder track through sand
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| Swim a lil' bit, dance when we back on land
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| Darlin, whatever floats your boat
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| From Kentucky well water to whale watchin off a back porch
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| Smoked out, rotisserie turning
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| A lil tequila, some kissin and burnin
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| But anyway, that’s after words are said
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| The ring bearers, the flower girls, the I Thee Weds
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| But that’s miles away like your smile today
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| I’m feeling lower than the Nile in May
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| Cause all I know is I don’t know and you don’t either
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| All I know is that we need us
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| And plus we know, that I ain’t paid
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| Yet all we think is I’m gone lead us
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| Together, Forever
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| Girl that’s a pressure unmeasured
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| No lesser your treasure
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| Cause even the Reverend would tell ya
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| That heaven’s no better
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| Heaven’s no better, than you
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| Let me get my David Bowie on real quick, check it
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| Take a chance or let me go |