Mexico City I love you, but my pressure is down
Like a rats nest, a gaping hole in my contis
Mexico City I love you, but I’m now late to class

Mexico you’re unsafer, and you’re wasting my time
old records all show, you’re the filthiest now
But they shuttered your mercados, when you opened the doors
To the cops that were bored once they’d run out of bribes

Mexico you’re inperfect oh please do change your roads
Your mildly physcotic mayor’s now convinced he’s the king
So the narcos collect
I mean all dissrespect
In the neighborhood parks I’d once dreamt I would walk

Mexico I love you, but my pressure is down
A sudden burst and we’re now out of air
Like a death of a cyclist,
That you can hear through Periscope
Mexico I love you, but I’m fucking late to class

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Mexico I love you, but I’ve got a tardy now
Mexico I love you, but I’ve got a tardy now
Like a death of the contis
Jesus, which nut’s the lock!

But you’re still the one hole where I’d happily have to stop
And oh, random man,I do not want your help,
for kids who think you’re a mugger
for those of us who know you’re gonna mug me
Maybe I’m low, maybe I’m pulling right
Maybe I’m low, maybe I’m pulling right
Maybe you’re up and just maybe I’m full of air

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and OHHH maybe Axa told you true
and there’ll always be a lorry for you
And you’ll never be alone
But maybe they’re wrong, maybe
I’m on hold and maybe they’re wrong
Maybe they’re wrong and maybe I’m on hold
Maybe they’re wrong, and so goes this spare!