Lyrics:
the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes
That we
wheelies front of Willyburgers
Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently
Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then
Right after the Rooftop, years before
I'm loving taking over the world
Hot blooded, all American girl (Whoa)
I was raised by a television
Every day is a competition
Put the key in my
holding those silly pompoms
On day two, I fucked her, and it was wild
She's such a slut
I fucked my American cunt
I loved my English romance
I fucked my
one, and one invented not by our venerable ancestors, but by a devilishly clever marketing firm, not to symbolize your everlasting love, but to make
the spot like Dalmatians
You can tell the vibe just by the look on all our faces
Everyday the same shit don't ask me how my day went
They ask me if I quit
time to rethink this dream that they call American
So one day it can mean something real again
bang)
Until I pull up, let it bang
I used to be a man of the people
Hit the clubs and mingle (what up?)
Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' pink
a better day
We need a better life
If you want the hatred stumped out stand and fight
Chorus: Where is the rage in today for American Hate
Where is the rage
don't relate
Spending money by the thousands now these days
Counting up so much money my thumb went numb
She hit my phone and then I fucked her in her
has 2 left of the 3
Her eldest takin by a desperate despair
Attempting to make sense of this culture
He lost his battle when he traded his dreams for
promised by our fathers
The man on the news says the problem is me
I'm just a small-town boy with big American dreams
The world's going crazy and they
Today's guest is one of the
World's leading marketing experts
And living proof that the American dream
Is alive and well
If you're willing to work
important
Your gravity is too strong and it's fuckin' up my orbit
Contact avoided by the time I record this
I just want you to listen
Everytime I see
with Native American people
Have we broken? How
Many international laws have
We violated? And
Speaking of laws how can a corporation
Be regulated by
me
Cos ima sure that my family straight
Hen Na me fri bae oseikrom I carry that pride in ma heart till da day dat I lay
I'm all overseas American dream
And justice will prevail, and that'll be the end of the story
Of the Valentine's Day killer's miserable life
So I asked Kevin by email, "By the way
How are
those silly pompoms
On day 2 I fucked her and it was wild
She is such a slut
I fucked my american cunt
I loved my english romance
I fucked my american
lives in South LA
I had this dream one day
I packed up my bag and flew to you far away
PRE-CHORUS
I will always remember
The times of yesterday
And if
forgiven,
On the day the water christen,
The best thing that could have happened by mistake,
The American dream on a shoestring,
First you grow it then you
(Listen, we don't have anything other than that)
(The American dream)
(Just think about it, just think about it)
It was the third of September
IN DAYS OF OLD
I SEEN IT ALL
THEM DAYS OF OLD
REMEMBER THOSE
WON'T TAKE WHAT'S COMING
LYING DOWN
LIKE DAYS OF OLD
CALABASH!
POEE POEE IN
thing sebey' qhamukela
Popping wheelies like a young Shukela
On my dynamite Diepkloof
Riding by peace too
Out of sight cish' uth' ungbambe kanti inina
the pouring rain
I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane
I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf
Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam
That
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