Lyrics:
a charming young priest in a "close-knit" mid-American
neighborhood. Well-respected by both young & old alike,
he struggles with the constant pressures
chatter
3 American pageants
All queens of blackness
Even under the sea, Ariel's head loc'd
Ain't No way these black girls getting stopped
No way
You better
corporations in your head there's nothing holy you can see
Sell your soul and ship it piece by piece on mp3
We cannot be the ones to set you free
The world will
to 1963 and was home to some of the most notorious criminals in American history, including Al Capone, George "Machine Gun" Kelly, and James "Whitey"
making,
Ima serve all the fiends,
Ima serve all the fiends,
Ima live lavish nigga dey call dat shit the American dream,
A wise man told me never talk
in the powers we trust in
Why oh why oh why oh why oh why oh why
Do liberty and justice look like
American dreams lying in the dust
Tell me when
attacking for the AMerican dream
plans for blasting at the terror regime
prepared it would seem to spend dough on more weapons
he said no more questions rose
a dream
And humdrum day to day routine
A laurel wreath on the door to my heart
What you want is to wash your face and try to breathe
Forget your mind
get more and the poor stay poor
Nobody cares if you're dead or alive
The American dream's such a waste of time
(CHORUS)
We are the hollow yet we feel
(I wanna listen to Green Day)
Don't wanna be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
See these days
I barely even sleep anymore
Might as well call me
Insomniac Cay
Think about it
I stay up all night
Thoughts race through my mind
fine
Your spirit is connected by Earthly leylines
Planetary quantum physics, all the stars in flight
Get ready to make a move between the days and night
Stuntin' for these hoes and poppin wheelies for the gram
Flexing yo front pockets for the gram
Get yo kids some marshmallows and some chocolate for the gram
through a phase
Line em up one on one fades
Her majesty good with the blades
Imagine one summer away from seeing your day
Motivation I just wanna get paid
won't let me fly
Trying to find a way to cope, never let it take my mind off
Vision getting clearer by the minute, take no time off
Sheep skin coats, no
dreams, and grieves it
All the while asking what's next in this harrowing journey
Strapped to the task of a desk-popping wheelies in a gurney
That ride will
before I been down before
Tryna chase these dreams by all means that’s on everything
In a 3 piece with so much grease on me I could be a chicken box
wanna wake up from this dream
Verse Three
I know this drug dealer, who drive a black beamer
Dreadlock cut off once by this girl named Delilah
Pretty
Call that your American dream point of view
Grind hard like Jerry no color pill to pick and choose
Full Metal Jacket, no Fendi, matrix
No bending my
piece of The Great American Dream
Nothing pierced those stone hearts fortified by corporate greed
Even when the women's own hearts, one-by-one, had ceased
The forty-hour workweek enslaves us
And It enrages me (Oh Well)
That this is what's become of the American dream
From birth we're taught that money is king
Your
My African baby o
Caribbean girls
American lover lover
Sexy European girls
Y'all so beautiful
The way she says my name
Got me intoxicated all day
Your're sitting on a milk mornin' noon and night
Fantisizin' the American dream
You're lookin' pretty good and you've got yourself conviced
That
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
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