Lyrics:
all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was
all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was
up in a sleep with your eyes open
You wanna know what I noticed?
I look around and my fanbase and they ready
That last album was heavy, that last
of earth
Put out your hand
And touched the face of hell
All this is why you don't have anything to say
When your boy tells you
That he is seeing cracks in
Fuck models
Spend moeny 'til you're broke, my nigga
Live your life
Cause I'm livin' international, nigga
The American dream
All my dawgs is livin'
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn,
tell them all my secrets
It's the fear of this
That keeps me running
Were we chosen? Are we rejects?
Will they understand?
The question leaves me
, you'll feel like it's only one you
Now you got the power to do anything you want to
Until you ask yourself, "Is this what it's all come to?"
Looking
to fill a Tec
That's why I slit your neck and jet
And have a second side of
All you'll get is silhouettes and
Not a drop of DNA while you rot away, decay
stick by you
All the real ones, all the real ones gon' stick by you
All the real ones, they stuck with you, they gon' stick by you
All the fake ones, they
thought I was slanging
All the beamers were cashing out
You wanna sniff some
Get my dick soft by your own bitch
And a Taylor Swift song when they get
're leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And fifteen thousand American troops, give or take a few
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
depressants to me
I think to say yes but reject, I stick to weed
Ion give a fuck bout this life, keep stick with me
And if you wanna make it through hell, stick
this on your necklace
Talking about you in the game
Y'all some rookies
We you now know, that we some veterans
Who the hell better than m-IG-O-S
We'll
like an emperor
You'll never see me next to ya
I got something to prove
Left my job
Greeted by an iridescent sun
Crash to sleep although I might
to keep Vietnam free
For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy)
That means rule by one family
And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few
Thousand
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
guess they're all trapped by fear but I stand by Christ
I know that death is defeated so ima live this life
You can spit on me reject me and you can mock
horrendous, "How he still in the business?"
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
Ma dukes chillin' in Venice, compliments of her eldest, the cynic
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