Mexico CunninLynguists (Ft. Club Dub)
"Mexico" by CunninLynguists (Ft. Club Dub), released in 2006, is a hip-hop track that explores themes of escapism, longing, and the search for freedom. Its unique blend of smooth beats and introspective lyrics creates a reflective atmosphere. The song highlights cultural experiences and the desire for a better life, resonating with listeners seeking solace in music. #HipHop
[Hook]
I know these dreams seem make-believe
But I don't think we should let them go
Can't promise you Rome or St. Tropez
But one day we might make it to Mexico
I know our dreams seem make-believe
But I don't think we need to let them go
Can't promise you Rome or St. Tropez
But one day we gon' make it to Mexico
[V. 1- Natti]
Baby doll can I call in a favor
If you trust me, I trust you
We must to
Get past times we cuss through
While we stand swearin' like we in front of judge who
Evers on TV, you know what I mean
Because whatever you seen be it debit or green
Natti came up on from chasin a dream
But yet, like a lil' free Red Corevette
Sweet on the streets, worth less when its wrecked
Work, stress, and sweat, this life is a test but
Believe its gonna be all gravy
We be runnin' in the sun to lay where it's shady
But not fast, fun filled with laughs
Can't take a trip to fall runnin to first class
How I wish the woods would up and disperse cash
Til' they do its me and you and where I'm taking you last
Lil' bathin suit, me grabbin yo ass
Past borders with waters as clear as your glass, so
Let's go down Mexico, where the
Reefer is cheaper and the sex is slow, c'mon
I know these dreams seem make-believe
But I don't think we should let them go
Can't promise you Rome or St. Tropez
But one day we might make it to Mexico
I know our dreams seem make-believe
But I don't think we need to let them go
Can't promise you Rome or St. Tropez
But one day we gon' make it to Mexico
[V. 1- Natti]
Baby doll can I call in a favor
If you trust me, I trust you
We must to
Get past times we cuss through
While we stand swearin' like we in front of judge who
Evers on TV, you know what I mean
Because whatever you seen be it debit or green
Natti came up on from chasin a dream
But yet, like a lil' free Red Corevette
Sweet on the streets, worth less when its wrecked
Work, stress, and sweat, this life is a test but
Believe its gonna be all gravy
We be runnin' in the sun to lay where it's shady
But not fast, fun filled with laughs
Can't take a trip to fall runnin to first class
How I wish the woods would up and disperse cash
Til' they do its me and you and where I'm taking you last
Lil' bathin suit, me grabbin yo ass
Past borders with waters as clear as your glass, so
Let's go down Mexico, where the
Reefer is cheaper and the sex is slow, c'mon
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