Los Narcos

No, no, look (which one of these inputs is the fucking mic)

Girls and the chicks and the drugs and the whips
And the Fords and the broads, man, I just don't know
Hated my friends 'cause they wanted me dead
And I know that I'm lost, that I just can't cope and

Ooh, oh-oh
Los narcos (I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah)
(I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah)

Hell is for free
And I know there's space for me
With my tongue and my cheeks
Man, I just won't grow up (huh)
Bags in her eyes
And the lines make it right
And I know that she's mine
And I just can't throw up

Ooh, oh-oh
Los narcos
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah)
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh (I'm sexy, ah-ah, I'm sexy, ah)

Aah
(Get the f-, get the f-, get the f-, get the f-)
Kids going hard with their daddy's credit card
Ki-ki-kids going hard with their daddy's credit card
Kids going hard with their daddy's credit card
Get the fuck up out the yard
Man, you just don't know, oh

Drugs ain't for free
Every toilet, every beach
Every park, every leech
Man, I can't stay sober

Ooh, oh-oh
Los narcos
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, aah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Get the f-
Ooh, oh-oh
Los narcos
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, aah
Ooh, oh-oh
Los narcos