Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox - Santeria lyrics

I don't practice Santeria I ain't got no crystal ball Well I had a million dollars But I'd, I'd spent it all If I could find that hyna And that sancho that she's found Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down What I really wanna know My baby mmmmm What I really want to say I can't define Well it's love that I need, oh But my soul will have to Wait till I get back, and find a hyna of my own Daddy's gonna love one and all I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break And I gotta live it out, oh yeah, well I swear that I What I really wanna know, my baby What I really want to say I can't define Got love! Make it go My soul will have to Ohhh What I really wanna say, my baby What I really wanna say is I've got mine And I'll make it Yes, I'm comin' up Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide Daddy's Got a new .45 And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk a** What I really wanna know, my baby Oh what I really wanna say is there's just one Way back, and I'll make it, yeah But my soul will have to wait Oh yeah yeeeeah yeaaaaah