Well I'm coming off of brown And I feel a little shaky now
So I took a shot of cuervo
But it really isn't helping out
And I don't think I can take it anymore
No I don't think I can fake it anymore
So I went into your room and grabbed your keys
And lit myself a smoke
And I found a piece of paper And I scribbled out a little note
Dear Colin ,I stole your car and I've gone to Mexico
Dear Colin I stole your car and I've gone to Mexico
I put the pedal to the metal And I hit the highway heading west
I saw a Prius in a parking lot And stopped and siphoned out the gas
And with a pocket full of hundreds made my way to Tijuana town
To get a $20 hooker and to score the motherload of brown
Get it back across the border And return before you wake at dawn
And I'll be shooting up and high and nodding off before you know I'm gone
Dear Colin I stole your car and I've gone to Mexico
With an angel riding shotgun And a half a kilogram of tar
I made it safely across the border
And I headed to the nearest bar
I headed straight into the bathroom cooked a hit and put it in my vein
I fly your El Camino home, rip up my note, return the keys again
Dear Colin I stole your car and I've gone to Mexico...