M-E-X-I-C-O (feat. Post Malone)

I was hangin' 'round and broken down with a settle-down type girl
Her daddy was a diplomatic 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 in her
We almost tied the knot when I was asked: Any objections?
Her mobster boyfriend busted in with an AK-47

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

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