Weed Eater Songtext
Now it was just another normal, hot day in Texas
When the devil himself came knocking on my front door
Brought me a bag of lettuce
Now, normally I'm not one for the veggies
But this bag right here, shit
It changed my life
Somewhere in the middle
Of nowhere, down in Texas
There's a Mexican getting high
When the devil himself came knocking on my front door
Brought me a bag of lettuce
Now, normally I'm not one for the veggies
But this bag right here, shit
It changed my life
Somewhere in the middle
Of nowhere, down in Texas
There's a Mexican getting high
Off of his own supply
Well there's Mexicans that cut grass
But I'm a Mexican that cuts weeds
Hell, I don't know why
But Mary Jane make me happy
Oh see, my baby
I always come running back to you
Come running back to you
I say that I'm sorry I abuse you
But just know that I love you
Just know that I love you
Now come here, give daddy a kiss
And let me set you on fire
'Cause I need your love to take me higher
Oh, girl
I always come running back to you
Come running back to you
Somewhere in the middle Of nowhere, down in Texas
There's a Mexican getting high
Off of his own supply
Well there's Mexicans that cut grass
But I'm a Mexican that cuts weeds
Hell, I don't know why
But Mary Jane make me happy
Oh see, my baby
I always come running back to you
Come running back to you
I say that I'm sorry I abuse you
But just know that I love you
Just know that I love you
Boy, Virgil, you're a bad man
Kick him out of Hell, he's God's problem
Let him be, man, he smoked too much
Like gasoline on a dead body
Get him out of here
Well there's Mexicans that cut grass
But I'm a Mexican that cuts weeds
Hell, I don't know why
But Mary Jane make me happy
Oh see, my baby
I always come running back to you
Come running back to you
I say that I'm sorry I abuse you
But just know that I love you
Just know that I love you
Now come here, give daddy a kiss
And let me set you on fire
'Cause I need your love to take me higher
Oh, girl
I always come running back to you
Come running back to you
Somewhere in the middle Of nowhere, down in Texas
There's a Mexican getting high
Off of his own supply
Well there's Mexicans that cut grass
But I'm a Mexican that cuts weeds
Hell, I don't know why
But Mary Jane make me happy
Oh see, my baby
I always come running back to you
Come running back to you
I say that I'm sorry I abuse you
But just know that I love you
Just know that I love you
Boy, Virgil, you're a bad man
Kick him out of Hell, he's God's problem
Let him be, man, he smoked too much
Like gasoline on a dead body
Get him out of here