Mexico City - Insane Clown Posse

A place you can go And live your life in the low

Mexico city (city)

A place where you can hide

And everything will be tight

They want me on a murder rap which violates my probations

Aint no fucking way im staying here with what im facing

Sold my car to a junk yard

And bought a one-way bus ride

Take me across the border i’ll coooool out and hide

After 80 wicked hours of stale they hit the last stop

Threw me out the bus left me standing there hasta

Turned and started walking tell me what is there to see

Everything was all in spanish but the sign «Welcome to Mexico City»

Mexico city (city)

A place you can go And live your life in the low (ok)

Mexico city (city)

A place where you can hide

And everything will be tight (alright)

Maybe i can fetch a job, find a wife and start a family

Maybe i can learn spanish cause nobody is understanding me Maybe i can get a place, settle down and try to blend in Maybe i can just relax, be myself and quit pretending

You can say harbor bay or south monterey

Even islands off the map within their dead sea passageways

Dont fucking matter man from pakistan to chuck e.

cheeses

From the ramada in granada i do far as the equater reaches

Virginia beaches, saskastun, cancoon, the blue lagoon,

from desert sanddunes metropolis is To the boones

From pueblo north cakalaki back to waikiki

They searchin high and low for me But im in Mexico City

Mexico city (city)

A place you can go And live your life in the low (ok)

Mexico city (city)

A place where you can hide

And everything will be tight (alright)