Lyrics Next Time, Send A Limo - Look Mexico

Next Time, Send A Limo

There’s a bull in the street stretched across, ah they’re honking heavily
Not moving, now comes staring steady
I am still clenching, but what to?
Just have to force my, my way through
I don’t know what scares me more
I get past, clear pavement in front of me
But the sun is too bright then
Might need to sit down, it’s like one o' three
Start back in a minute, leave me be
I don’t know what scares me more
Excuses are the reason;
never left the floor
I knew it wouldn’t last long
It’d be sooner or later
It was all too familiar
Like a thin paper airplane
You can fold as many as you want, they may never take off
You can hold as tightly to the rule but don’t forget what you, you have!