M‐E‐X‐I‐C‐O Songtext
von Post Malone feat. Billy Strings
M‐E‐X‐I‐C‐O Songtext
I was hangin′ 'round in Brooklyn town with a settle-down type girl
Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world
And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots
He paid me off to leave, and let′s just say he paid a lot
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I′d rather be
So it′s M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first
I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her
We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections?"
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47
Guess it′s M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I′d rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there
I knew that she was rich, but how? I didn′t care
When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine
She took off with the Federali, and I took all the blame
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," and now I can′t ever leave
So it′s M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Her daddy was a diplomat who thought he ruled the world
And he was well-connected, he helped me connect the dots
He paid me off to leave, and let′s just say he paid a lot
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I′d rather be
So it′s M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So I took her daddy's money, but I stopped in Vegas first
I met a dancer on the strip and fell in love with her
We almost tied the knot when Elvis asked, "Any objections?"
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47
Guess it′s M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Laid up in the shade of a coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," but there's somewhere I′d rather be
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
I made it south of El Paso, met a businesswoman there
I knew that she was rich, but how? I didn′t care
When the cops kicked in the door, they found a suitcase of cocaine
She took off with the Federali, and I took all the blame
I guess it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
From this jail cell, I can't see one coconut tree
And love said, "Go to hell," and now I can′t ever leave
So it′s M-E-X-I-C-O for me
So it's M-E-X-I-C-O for me
Writer(s): Richard Chase Mcgill, Ryan Vojtesak, Louis Russell Bell, Austin Richard Post Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com