Hyna

Here she comes

Walking in a waltz and talking in tongues

She's got the boys in line

Yes I'm drunk

But a pill in my pockets gonna sober me up

I'm gonna make that woman mine

There she goes

Lending an ear to some cuck she knows

I know she wont let him bite

Yes I'm high

Jacking at the jaw with eyes a mile wide

I pray I roll my "R's right

I move in slow

And lose all self control

I must've died last night

Heaven is here on the Mexican side

Keep the rest of the world with her im fine

With a river and a wall we can hide behind

My Concan crown

Doesn't mean much now

She dug my grave

I can barely spell her name