Beat Box - Sergio Wetzel

She got me for my money Took my bloody dollar bill Snorted all my candy Then went and got all of her girls Now they're lined up down the hallway And I know they don't love me (oh, oh, oh) But to come to get the money (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) They come to get the money (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) Reggaeton station playin' too damn loud Señoritas passed out on the couch Wish I knew a little Español So I could tell these bitches to go Now there's panties on the lampshade Mezcal bottle barely half drank Freakin' out the fuckin' housemaid But everybody likes to get paid So she fuck me for my money (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) Took my bloody dollar bill Snorted all my candy (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) Then went and got all of her girls Now they're lined up down the hallway And I know they don't love me But they fuck me for my money (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) Haven't been here a full damn day I'm already tore up and about to play with This mariachi band that said they liked the way I dressed And after singin' "Feliz Navidad" I witnessed a donkey show and fell in love With the prettiest damn girl that Mexico had ever seen Then she got me for my money (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) Took my bloody dollar bill Snorted all my candy (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) Then went and got all of her girls Now they're lined up down the hallway And I know they don't love me But they fuck me for my money (ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa) Oh, they got me for my money They got me for my money, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They got me for my money Ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa, whoa, whoa

I wonder if I'll ever change my ways, or if I'll go scot-free I wonder if there's a price to pay for all this whiskey I drink Yeah, will I get better? Or will I get worse? Will my heart heal? Or is the damn thing cursed? Left my hometown just chasing dreams and I wonder if I'll change my ways Well, my mama says I'm living life all wrong My face ain't shaved and my hair's too long Life's screaming liquor over beer any day And I wonder if I'll change my ways 'Cause I'm gone, moving on 'Cause I'm tired of living in the past I'm gone, come along with me I ain't coming back I don't ever go to class and I need church more I don't remember last night or the one before Spend my whole pay check in one damn day And I wonder if I'll change my ways And I'm gone, moving on 'Cause I'm tired of living in the past I'm gone, come along with me And I'm gone, moving on 'Cause I'm tired of living in the past I'm gone, come along with me You know I ain't coming back, yeah