Well, don't you go down to El Campo
With something on your mind
Them cops think I got pills
Take away a couple nights
Eyes is gonna see my consequence
All I got's a coat of bad
Well, love that hydro
I want a small cup of bad
Well, I'd rather be in your arms
When I'm in this cell
Well, I'd rather be in your arms

You smoke weed in El Campo
You land up all by yourself
Well, now it's been forty-eight hours
I haven't seen the sun
Well, this place
This hell
I'd rather be on the run
They're treating me like a kingpin
They got me sleeping on the floor
Well, I gotta get to San Marcos
Play for those swinging doors
Well, I'd rather be in your arms
Not in this cell
You smoke weed in El Campo
You land up all by yourself
Well, I'd rather be in your arms
When I'm in this cell
You smoke weed in El Campo
You land up all by yourself
You smoke weed in El Campo
You land up all by yourself
You smoke weed in El Campo

All by yourself