Hell Paso Album Lyrics by Koe Wetzel

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Welcome To Hell Paso

I mean but it's, it's kinda like
An end, like an end of an era, kinda with
Not the end of an era but just what kinda what we've been doin' with, uh
You know the last couple years, like
Time before we do
The Country, oh, are we brother? We good?

Now that I've got y'alls attention
I forgot what it was I was gonna say

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Creeps

I don't need your love
I don't need your sympathy
I don't need your heart
I just need some sober sleep
Keep me in the dark
And you've been lying next to me
Slippin' on the secrets you keep
Yeah, that shit gives me the creeps

You only call me when you need somethin'
I guess that I'll take it whenever I can
Your beauty and desire to make nobody speak is a trap
And no one likes that

I don't need your love
I don't need your sympathy
I don't need your heart
I just need some sober sleep
Keep me in the dark
And you've been lying next to me
Slippin' on the secrets you keep
Yeah, that shit gives me the creeps
That shit gives me the creeps

It takes alot for me to get freaked out
But lately I've been living in your haunted house
You're stunning and gorgeous, but your heart is the ugliest thing
That I've ever seen

Bitch, I don't need your love
I don't need your sympathy
I don't need your heart
I just need some sober sleep
Keep me in the dark
And you've been lying next to me
Slippin' on the secrets you keep
Yeah, that shit gives me the creeps
That shit gives me the creeps

'Cuz I don't need your love
I don't need your sympathy
I don't need your heart
I just need some f*cking sleep
Keep me in the dark
And you've been lying next to me
Slippin' on the secrets you keep
Yeah, that shit gives me the creeps
Yeah, that shit gives me the creeps
Yeah, that shit gives me the creeps

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April Showers

They say April showers bring May flowers
But it's been dry as hell
A four leaf clover can bring you closer
To luck than pennies in a well

Well, I've been waiting on a shooting star
But ain't a damn one of 'em fell
And if it does, I'll be too crossed up to even tell

And it's weird
We don't talk like we used to and I'm so scared
Of what we've become
Is this time the last time that we'll be together?
F*ck this April weather, goodbye

Well, you could holler that you're sorry
But that don't mean a thing
Because the whiskey words never cured the hurt
And your tears are the only rain that I've seen

It's weird
We don't talk like we used to and I'm so scared
Of what we've become
Is this time the last time that we'll be together?
F*ck this April weather, goodbye
Goodbye

And it's weird
We don't talk like we used to and I'm so scared
Of what we've become
Is this time the last time that we'll be together?
F*ck this April weather, goodbye
Bye

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Money Spent

All the money spent on you
Can't take me there, way back where you left me
On and on my way to you
Just take me there, right there where you left me

I hate it hurts to think of you
Way back, way back when you loved me
Well, I got better things to do
Than backtrack way back when you loved me, uh

Ooh, ah-la-la
Ooh, ah-la-la

A bloody nose and I've got the shakes
I'd blame myself, but I'm too ashamed
It makes me think of all the good times
We'd drink and watch the sunrise
But the sun is gone and so are you, oh

Ooh, ah-la-la
Ooh, ah-la-la

Ooh, ah-la-la
Ooh, ah-la-la

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Cabo

She got me for my money
Took my bloody dollar bill
Snorted all my candy
Then and went and got all of her girls
Now they're lined up down the hallway
And I know they don't love me (oh, oh, oh)
But to come to get the money (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
They come to get the money (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Reggeaton station playing too damn loud
Señoritas passed out on the couch
Wish I knew a little español, so I could tell these bitches to go
Now there's panties on the lampshade
Mezcal bottle barely half drank
Freaking out the f*ckin' house maid
But everybody likes to get paid

So she f*cked me for my money (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Took my bloody dollar bill
Snorted all my candy (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Then and went got all of her girls
Now they're lined up down the hallway
And I know they don't love me
But they f*ck me for my money (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Haven't been here a full damn day
I'm already tore up and about to play
With this mariachi band that said they liked the way I dressed
And after singing "Feliz Navidad"
I witnessed a donkey show and fell in love
With the prettiest damn girl that Mexico had ever seen

Then she got me for my money (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Took my bloody dollar bill
Snorted all my candy (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Then and went got all of her girls
Now they're lined up down the hallway
And I know they don't love me
But they f*ck me for my money (ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Oh, they got me for my money

They got me for my money
They got me for my money
(Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Ooh, whoa, whoa, whoa)

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Oklahoma Sun

I'm tired of being perfect
Perfect don't exist with me
Took a look in the mirror -
Didn't like what I seen
How's your life been without me?
Has it been rainbows and carousels?
Did you find your pot of gold?
Did you get all your thrills?

I'm waitin' on a storm I know is coming
I'm waitin' on the sun to sit on down
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin'
And my baby ain't comin' around

I took a trip up to Ardmore
Figured I'd find something more than me
But the truth is I'm so lost that I convinced myself that I should probably leave

So I'm waitin' on a storm I know is coming
I'm waitin' on the sun to sit on down
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin'
And my baby ain't comin' around

Two, three, four

I'm waitin' on a storm I know is coming
I'm waitin' on the sun to sit on down
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin'
And my baby ain't comin' around

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So Low

I'm tired of being perfect
Perfect don't exist with me
Took a look in the mirror -
I'm so low it's f*ckin' awesome
I love the sadness and the pain
I'm so low it's f*ckin' awesome
Makes me glad there ain't a cure for insane

I talk to God and hope he's feeling
Forgiveness for my ways
If he ain't then I just wasted a whole damn night up my knees -
Whole damn night upon my knees, yeah

I'm so low it's f*ckin' awesome
I love the sadness and the pain
I'm so low it's f*ckin' awesome
Makes me glad there ain't a cure for insane

They say things are gonna get better
I'm out here searching for that to come true
'Cause I was taught to never say never
But it feels like never is coming too soon - too soon

I'm so low it's f*ckin' awesome
I love the sadness and the pain
I'm so low it's f*ckin' awesome
Makes me glad there ain't a cure
Makes me glad there ain't a cure for insane
Didn't like what I seen
How's your life been without me?
Has it been rainbows and carousels?
Did you find your pot of gold?
Did you get all your thrills?

I'm waitin' on a storm I know is coming
I'm waitin' on the sun to sit on down
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin'
And my baby ain't comin' around

I took a trip up to Ardmore
Figured I'd find something more than me
But the truth is I'm so lost that I convinced myself that I should probably leave

So I'm waitin' on a storm I know is coming
I'm waitin' on the sun to sit on down
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin'
And my baby ain't comin' around

Two, three, four

I'm waitin' on a storm I know is coming
I'm waitin' on the sun to sit on down
This Oklahoma sun just keeps on settin'
And my baby ain't comin' around

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Three Weeks

Three weeks
And I ain't heard from you
It's like you just disappeared into thin air
That I'm breathing in
Three weeks with nobody to yell at
With nobody to fight back
This shit don't seem fair

And I kinda miss those movie nights
The ones where you'd get so mad when I'd pick my favorite film that we've seen a hundred times
And I miss you being home when I get home with another girl on my mind
I guess it's fine that it's only been three weeks

Three weeks
It must be bad that friends are callin'
To check if I'm still breathin'
And if my voice is still in tune
Three weeks
I don't remember much at all
But everything is green and Xanax tells me that it ain't the fall

And I miss you telling me to straighten up
Start acting like I give a f*ck, yeah
I know I don't, but that's' just the way that I am
And I miss those fake laughs you do
When I get high and make fun of you
Well, it's funny at the time
It's bad that you're on my mind after three weeks
After three weeks

And I'll stand my ground
If you stand yours too
I'm hoping this regret I have
Won't beat me down that soon

'Cause I hate this relationship
When you're so sad and I haven't slept
It's not good for you to be feeling this way
And I drug this out for too damn long
I'm even pussy enough to sing this song
I can't believe that it took me to see all of this in three weeks

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Cheers

Everyone that's enjoyed the records so far
Here's to
Everybody who's hated the records so far
And here's to
Everybody else that's goin'
"This ain't Country music, he don't know what Country music is
He's such a disgrace to Country music"

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Better Without You

It got cold today
The sun ain't out, and I think it's about to rain
Lonely weather has saved me from smilin'
I don't think I like it, but I'll be okay

I'm doin' better without you
I'm doin' better without you being around
Took me 10 years of trying to finally find
I'm doin' better without you
Yeah, I'm doin' better without you

Heard you've been talkin' to one of my friends
I should be mad, but to hell with him
Been thinkin' of ways to get you back
But I came to my senses and said "F*ck all that"

I'm doin' better without you
I'm doin' better without you being around
Took me 10 years of trying to finally find I'm doin' better without you
Yeah, I'm doin' better without you

I'm doin' better without you
I'm doin' better without you
I'm doin' better without you
I'm doin' better without you being around
Took me 10 years of lying and trying to find
I'm doin' better without you
Yeah, I'm doin' better without you

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YellaBush Road

I threw away my phone
'Cause I don't want
To talk to anybody these days
And I should probably go home and see my friends
I ain't seen a pine tree since last Christmas
And I'll be damned if the summer ain't gone
I wanna go home
Take me home

And tell me why I'm feeling this way
A hometown hero without the cape
Just a poor motherf*cker that grew up on Yellow Bush road
My grandparents still look at me the same
And I feel bad when I tell them I'm okay
Yeah, the people in this town say I'm too far gone
Well I'm better than most and worse than others I'd say
And I'm way too blessed to bitch today

I'm sick and tired of tryin' to clear my head
It never works, so I just drink instead
And keep telling myself that it helps
But it really don't
And everything I've ever wanted
Is in the palm of my hand
But if trash is treasure then I be obliged to give it to another man

That can tell me why I'm feeling this way
A hometown hero without the cape
Just a poor motherf*cker that grew up on Yellow Bush road
I talk to my parents with nothing to say
They told me everyone was doing okay
They just couldn't believe that I'm singing on the radio
But I'm better than most and worse than others I'd say
And I'm way too blessed to bitch today

So tell me why I'm feeling this way
A hometown hero without the cape
Just a poor motherf*cker that grew up on Yellow Bush road
I talk to my family with nothing to say
They told me everyone was doing okay
They're just hatin' the fact that I'm cussin' on the radio
But I'm better than most and worse than others I'd say
Yeah, I'm better than most and worse than others I'd say
And I'm way too blessed to bitch today
Yeah, I'm way too blessed to bitch today

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Sad Song

I left without a reason
I think the reason was the fame
And the game that I was playing played me 'til I went insane
Let's not make decisions - ones that we can't take back
I left without a reason
I ain't coming back
No, I ain't coming back

And I'm sorry now
It's been rough as hell
I couldn't tell that everything we've been through -
The late nights and the love yous -
You can blame them on me
All the lyrics you've received about the lying and the cheatin' - and the things that tore you down
I'm sorry now that I didn't see you could write a better sad song than me

I guess your Momma f*ckin' hates me
Go ahead and tell her "Hi"
Tell your Dad that he can suck me -
That's if he ever comes back
You ain't did a damn thing wrong
You don't deserve this song

And I'm sorry now
It's been rough as hell
I couldn't tell that everything we've been through -
The late nights and the love yous -
You can blame them on me
All the lyrics you've received about the lying and the cheatin' -
And the things that tore you down
I'm sorry now
I didn't see
You could write a better sad song than me

She can write a better sad song than me
She can write a better sad song than me

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To Be Continued

I have done nothing but lie to you
I became the master of hiding the truth
But lately I'm starting
To feel bad about it
And that's not me

I can't even tell who I am anymore
The pills I'm prescribed came from next-door
Maybe just maybe they made me the man I used to be

But if they don't