| Off on an adventure
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| No we weren’t meant to go and reinvent ourselves
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| And I sell the Benz, sell the white picket fence
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| I’ma tell all the banks they can fuck themselves
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| Sell the DVDs and the TVs
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| Keep all the CDs that make you dance
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| Breathe the air, be that man that
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| Fights for a chance to fly like Peter Pan
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| This is our chance for freedom
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| All them people pleasing leave them
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| All behind I don’t need them
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| I can be who I want to be then
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| I will not consume just to die
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| Or wait to live till R.D.Os
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| I’d rather eat all them tacos
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| Up on Oaxaca’s coast, man adios
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| What up Hombré?
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| You wanna party?
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| We livin' miles away
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| Where every day is a holiday, woo!
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| And they say
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| Fate favours the fearless
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| So I celebrate day of the dead
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| With tequila and talk to spirits like Gibson
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| Man no one’s listenin'
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| To tell us what to do
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| So I post Instagrams of food
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| But they’re really fun
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| You’s like aye yo
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| Got a mariachi band that’s my day job
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| Ayy, yo
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| No anxiety to make my mark like J-Lo
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| Ayy, yo
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| Life must be lived as play that’s Plato
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| Ayy, yo
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| Jumping off into my winnebago, Adios
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| What up Hombré?
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| You wanna party?
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| We livin' miles away
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| Where every day is a holiday, woo!
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| What up Hombré?
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| You wanna party?
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| We livin' miles away
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| Where every day is a holiday, woo!
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| No blockbuster, Selena Gomez
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| Drink ayahuasca with the toltecs
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| No stress, at peace, I’m free
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| Away from status anxiety
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| I dance around the campfire singing a mantra
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| No need for steaks ain’t scared of vampires
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| No blood sucking agendas
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| Won’t compete with friends I don’t need to mention
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| Their names, no, no, no
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| I’m chilling on beach in Mexico
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| Besa mi culo, adios
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| Man adios
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| You won’t see me here no more
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| What up Hombré?
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| We off to Mexico
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| You wanna party?
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| Another episode
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| We livin' miles away
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| Don’t matter where we go
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| Where every day is a holiday
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| What up Hombré?
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| We off to Mexico
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| You wanna party?
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| We down with Español
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| We livin' miles away
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| Don’t matter where we go
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| Where every day is a holiday |