Lyrics:
well
That he could find the only way
To talk across the USA
Telephone, telephone
Never be on your own
Many many years ago
He started
Pitcha ner rösten, så dom spelar mig.
Härma USA, så dom spelar mig.
Köpte mig en autotuner och nu spelas jag på radion.
Stoppa ner en socka i min
abafana (Shaya shaya)
Abagezi abajoli abajoli ababheji abafana (shaya)
Ayi ayi au dlala ka dlala kaone usa jampisi
Dlala kaone usa jampisa
Dlala kaone
If looks could kill then she's god
As USA as they come
She'll bleed the money for
Things she don't need
She's got one hand on her heart
Pledging
I had a dream it was clear as day
We made it big in the U.S.A
I wrote a song that I'll never play
Cause when I opened my eyes, the sound went
Ela não me ama, mas eu gosto assim
A gente se pega sem se apegar
A gente usa a cama só pra se usar
Sem amar
Mas eu gosto assim
Ela não me ama,
touch down on the planet
I'm the alien
Could be some trouble up ahead
Just got in today, landed in the USA
Hitched a ride on a rocket from the Milky Way
didn't fall, I waited for that day
And found my girl here in the good old U.S.A
I met her where the bluegrass grows and the mountains meet the sky
Broadway! Broadway! Broadway U.S.A.! Broadway! Broadway! Broadway U.S.A.!
Broadway! Broadway! Broadway! Broadway! Broadway U.S.A.!Broadway U.S.A. !
a dime a dozen and they carry guns
[Chorus]
Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the USA
Living in a cage in the USA
Holy
a veces siento que me usas
Dices que te gusto porque sabes que tú me gustas
Pero abusas
¿Por qué abusas?
Cuando yo me rebelo me pones excusas (yeah)
Y
(Baby USA) A tiny piece of America nearly blew me apart
Driving on the wrong side of my English heart
I found myself caught in mid-stream
I had
to you
And defend her still today
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God bless the USA
From the lakes of Minnesota
To the hills
shipped me away to the war
And the DJ played Miley Cyrus
A Party in the USA
And the DJ played Miley Cyrus
And we flew to the Afghan that day
I remember
Rocket rocket USA
Shooting on down the highway
TV star riding aorund
Riding around in a killer's car
It's 1977
Whole country's doing a fix
It's
Rocket rocket USA
Shooting on down the highway
TV star riding aorund
Riding around in a killer's car
It's nineteen seventy seven
Whole country's
[ Supreme ]
Welcome to Bucktown USA
[ Tek ]
Yeah
Smokin on some of that sticky icky for my nigga
I said for my nigga who do that joint back there
They're comin' across the border by the thousands everyday
Lookin' for a better life in the good ol' U.S.A.
Well, everybody's talkin' about
loud
No I don't care if you don't like my twang
'Cause I know they love it in small town USA
It's the way I live, it's the way I talk
Hell yeah
on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'Cross the USA
Convoy (ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's
você fala que não quer mais nada
deixa tudo comigo e só vaza
tento achar um absurdo isso tudo
mas foda que eu já esperava
você me usa quando não bem
Under ett meningslöst krig
Då frihet och fred inte gavs
Då kom USA på idén -
Utrota svinen med gas
Ett växtgift som hette "AGENT ORANGE"
Sprutades
Não quero essa d****
Louie vuitton ta na minha moda
Confio na mira da choppa
Sei que essa p***
quer tudo
Quer tudo
Quet tudo
quer usa ma d****
Sei
dois em nosso ninho
Testemunhas para que?
Nossos corpos coladinhos
Suadinhos de prazer
Amor, me leva faz de mim o que quiser
Me usa, me abusa pois
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