You want to go to Mexico.
While I play in the snow.
I didn't like your best buddy in high school
And I told you to go ahead and go.
You tell me you discovered new music.
So soulful, I couldn't say it.
Tell me the artist and single and I
Thirty years ago on the radio played it.
You're no good for me.
You're too hood for me.
My brain needs one who is a "should" for me.
Your mind is too hailed.
You should probably be jailed.
I can't help you anymore.
Don't call me for bail.