Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mexico, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Dirty Acres, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: APOS
Song language: English
Mexico |
I know these dreams are make-believe |
But I don’t think we should to let them go |
Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez |
But one day we might make it to Mexico |
I know our dreams can make believe |
But I don’t think we need to let them go |
Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez |
But one day we might make it to Mexico |
Baby doll can I call in a favor |
If you trust me, I trust you |
We must to |
Get past times we cuss through |
While we stand swearin like we in front of judge who |
Evers on TV, you know what I mean |
Cus whatever you seen be it debit or green |
Natti came up on from chasin a dream |
But yet, like a lil free Red Corevette |
Sweet on the streets, worth less when its wrecked |
Work, stress, and sweat, this life is a test but |
Believe its gonna be all gravy |
We be runnin in the sun to lay where it’s shady |
But not fast, fun filled with laughs |
Can’t take a trip to fall runnin to first class |
How I wish the woods would up and disperse cash |
Til' they do its me and you and where I’m taking you last |
Lil' bathin suit, me grabbin yo ass |
Past borders with waters as clear as your glass, so |
Let’s go down Mexico, where the |
Reefer is cheaper and the sex is slow, c’mon |
I know these dreams are make-believe |
But I don’t think we should to let them go |
Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez |
But one day we might make it to Mexico |
I know our dreams can make believe |
But I don’t think we need to let them go |
Can’t promise you Rome or St. Tropez |
But one day we might make it to Mexico |
How about sex on the beach? |
Right |
Dos Equis? |
Right, under red light |
Special, sidewinder track through sand |
Swim a lil' bit, dance when we back on land |
Darlin, whatever floats your boat |
From Kentucky well water to whale watchin off a back porch |
Smoked out, rotisserie turning |
A lil tequila, some kissin and burnin |
But anyway, that’s after words are said |
The ring bearers, the flower girls, the I Thee Weds |
But that’s miles away like your smile today |
I’m feeling lower than the Nile in May |
Cause all I know is I don’t know and you don’t either |
All I know is that we need us |
And plus we know, that I ain’t paid |
Yet all we think is I’m gone lead us |
Together, Forever |
Girl that’s a pressure unmeasured |
No lesser your treasure |
Cause even the Reverend would tell ya |
That heaven’s no better |
Heaven’s no better, than you |
Let me get my David Bowie on real quick, check it |
Take a chance or let me go |