PNL – Mexico (English lyrics)

1rst verse (Ademo) :
Everyday, it’s in this messed up world that I have to live in
Everyday I dream about leaving for the moon
Tell the judges that we did it in order to survive
I wanted the world and everything in it, I still do, oh yeah
Oh yeah, we were raised like a bunch of wildlings, Mowgli
You don’t get it ? Never mind brother, forget it
At every re up I knew I was on probation
I heard that you were looking for me ? I’m right here, I like that, I swear
Don’t worry we’re strong, we’re tough, and we’ll take it in like it was nothing
Hey, Of course I’m from the projects
No doubts about the fact that if you’re from the rich neighborhoods, that I’ll slang you product like it was nothing
There’s no fairy tails around here, the beauty is not interested in the beast
Bitch, we cut you off the phone line when there’s a fiend calling
I’m the kind of moron that tries to pick up an English girl by speaking spanish
La vida loca chiquita, bambina, go on and act crazy
Right now I’m down in the cave writing lyrics, my futur will be full of ups and downs
With the same leather jacket I wore when I slept at the 36 Quai des Orfève
Yeah Yeah Yeah

Chorus (Ademo) (x2) :
I’m angry like they are in Mexico
I walk like they do in Mexico
I have a Mexican swagger
Mentally I’m in Mexico
Everyday there’s a war
We’ll have to do it like they do in Mexico
My middle finger is always up
Arriba, arriba Mexico

2nd verse (N.O.S.) :
Yup, Judas wants to kiss me , yeah
He thinks I’ll be famous
My anger shines on the darkness
With us it’s either about family or money
My heart is in conference call mode
We’re moving away from the angels, it’s better that way
We wouldn’t like them to get their wings burned
Alone, my shadow at the asylum
I frown my second eye brow
We make sure put our family to safety and then we go to war
I’m a nut, I roll me up a joint
A couple projects come to mind
All of them birthed by my hatred
There’s nothing new to see and my retina is starting to get bored
So I close my eyes and just become one with the obscurity
They can all go fuck their mothers, homie, I’m not like them
I recount the money all alone in the building’s hallway, my stack echoes
In my pockets, I recount the money, how much have I got
I’m straying away from the path of rigtheousness
There’s a life sentence in my trunk
Anything for my loved ones

Chorus (Ademo) (x2) :
I’m angry like they are in Mexico
I walk like they do in Mexico
I have a Mexican swagger
Mentally I’m in Mexico
Everyday there’s a war
We’ll have to do it like they do in Mexico
My middle finger is always up
Arriba, arriba Mexico

Outro :
Mexico
Mexico

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