Thinking back to the whacks that we used to take Rolling joints to a point with a roach and shake Sipping on Summer Ale in September sun Jump in the back seat where we had some fun Cruise out on the boat to the house of stilts Kiss me underneath till the pasion wilts Never will I find another crazy lady, putting up wooden houses in Haiti Closing up your eyes cause you drink too much Open up your thighs cause you like my touch I want to grow old on Brazilian beaches Getting tan, in the sand, with your two ripe peaches Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine Now I need another home to rest my complex corazon Six-packs and a flask from a Scottish lake Been a mess since the best chest game to date Hit the map for a tap and a little loving The bone I wrap for buns in ovens Living by the ocean, going through the motions Drinking with my head in a noose Never known a better potion, to let my liver soak in Now I bet I'm telling the truth Holding all the good stories Coke and all it's glories Slipped up, Tripped up... Tooth Bust on the pavement, make another payment Running like Johns Wilks Booth Back and forth through custom lines Searching for my Argentine Now I need another home to rest my complex corazon Truer words never spoken, "Quick to be broken" Change is a notion, you should learn like lotion On the hand that you're hoping to Land the next open, girl that you're scoping Pillows you be groping Forever will I be insistent, that distance, is the crux of my existence And whoever would be to wish this away this instant I'd give a**istance Never would I need to wish this away like wish lists and family business Clever would I be to diss this and kiss the first fish thats close to British