Karaoké M-E-X-I-C-O Post Malone & Billy Strings

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-Forty-Seven

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 Federale 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