Lyrics:
spending
By way of comparison, the federal government spent twenty-four million more on space exploration
And forty-three times more on national defense
spending
By way of comparison, the federal government spent twenty-four million more on space exploration
And forty-three times more on national defense
women can't be artists in the music business! Ask people for money?! That's not me! But I knew that if I didn't have help, my dream was dead.
So I made
parked on 3rd street by Gate house
Where the fire at
Come round thinking shit sweet
Try to take something
Don't try that
Six pack had the Pyrex
My cousin
attacked in
Camouflage and from that, I got a hint of
The power of lyrics to encapsulate magic
Or to spread alarm
Now I have recorded three albums
A few days
to say
But I know, I have a heart like the sea
A Million Dreams are in me
Chris
Good Jesus, John, Who Is She?
Americans
The Cong is tight'ning the noose
You want it, you've got it
It's all yours, the American dream
One by one and two by two
We all step out into the human zoo
Three by three and four
Living the American Dream
Isn't all that it's made out to be
I see people living on the streets
And they beg to me
Sir, can you spare a dime?
I
babia y3nfre me ayaa menko ho
Madwen Y3 sika dabia nanfosem menhw3 ho
But menim pefee one day president b3twa me call
Grrrrrrr
Basayiadom a wotifi kuro
would rise
And could wash away this dream
Breaking up is hard to
Do when you're seventeen
A couple of days later gone by
Started getting back my
I missed the American Dream
I drove through a freezin' winter
Through the middle of the great heartland
Spend my nights at truck stops
My days
Inspired by true crimes
It's not a game, it's nothing to play with
Turn it off then come back the next day
It's here to stay struggle that is
I'm so
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
wheelies? I go cruise slow
View those heelies on my judo, you know
Getting more bands, Chris Dior pants
In a tour van, living for stans
Gettin more mad than
same day same time, I still wouldn't have a twin
We ride again, got my bro in a civic
But fuck it, I'm fine with a chevy
If my bitch think she right all
why can't we
turn around
I need the wind blowin' through my hair
and that crazy sound
Really got me all day and all of the night
That American
the American dream
And these American streets listen close as they speak
The next time you think America please include me
Help the ones that are weak
All
bars, livin' pipe dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen (yeah)
Might set the reason for the crime scene
Fill up the city with madness (yeah)
Night blows, stoves don't work, hoes at work
A warrior, so I wear 'em on my shirt
Wish I was free as Che was, I spend a day buzzed
Tripping
to the river
But we going to chrome
Cuz the girls there way thicker
Had a bad day I hope nobody get to trippin
Young wild and reckless so therefore anybody can
I ain’t see it
I had a dream my man told and woke up to subpoenas
Got arrested by the same cop in 3 years
And every time that I rebuild
Back
the American scheme
Hold a knife at your future and they dare you to scream
Kill yourself, while they keep the lion's share of the cream
But it's a new day
paper
Kill to make a mill, then people hate ya
American dream
Caught up in illusion
Gotta get mine, what's the reason for confusion
We turned tap into
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