Lyrics:
Mexico and got Texas and California
And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us
It was Afro American people in the south
That worked out this way
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
Time crashes by, I only search to destroy to define
me, It's just a matter of time, until we
Follow like blind sheep, its not a question of who's
Ecstacy and jealousy
Coursing through my veins
I hurt you and you hurt me
So who is to blame
Clouded by a couple g's
Smoking by the chain
Music is
Down to the Banana Republic
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hoping to find some fun.
Some of them go for the sailing
Called by
Bang let it bang yeah
Let it bang uh uh uh yeah hey uh
I ain't tryin' to stress my wealth
But sometimes I gotta American Express myself
When
to the game
Dipping these lyrics in pain
I want a house in the sticks by some mountains and shit
But I swear im still learning to save
Me I still bounce round
and my knees are open to the sun
I desire him and he is absolutely ready to seize me
In, in, in, in, in heart, I am a Muslim, in heart, I am an American
on the merry-go-round
'Til the sun went down
And I was haunted by the stores about Connie's car
And how she barely got out when it caught on fire
And a trucker came
gangsterous, we gangsterous (gangsterous)
Well let me start again with a stiff chin, go 'head and take one
I just begun, to break yo' ass off a lump sum
being American ain't something that I'm proud to be
We trying to make it off that hourly
Under a president who if you ask me
A straight coward to me
Red
That's like calling an African-American a black.
Or calling a Mexican-American a Mexican.
Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!"
It pissed me off
vote Just tell me-who's going to row that boat? / Pullman YOU gotta play by Kinja rules Forget about da tings you learned in school Just take it
So you didn't get drafted by the NBA
But you got drafted to defend your USA
Now you got war on your mind
Put you on front line and you will die
Know that he'll be faithful
I'm sure he'll come to me by and by
But if he won't come back
Then I'll never sigh or cry
I just must die
Poor Butterfly
At The Atrium
Its all Hell I'm Still Makin Plays
Right By The Stadium
We Look Like A Gymnasium
Your Boys Might Be Just Takin 'Em
Women Take A Look At Me
Recognize
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
with a simple life
No American idol but I get by
Wish I could tour a fifth wheel bus back to the real world
Time to wake up and smell the anti freeze
dreaming
American scheme, roll up your sleeves, by any means, bred to believe it
Charge for the fallen, my brothers and sisters will not rest in power
Very charismatic and super witty
Something the American people wanted to see
Ran a campaign and fought against Hilary
Said if he lost it's rigged, he
by his side while droves of mistresses went by
The list was long and its members noteworthy
Spanning stars off the silver screen to Jackie’s own press
years is a long time
Holiday House sat quietly on that beach
Free of women with madness
Their men and bad habits, and then it was bought by me
Who
american dream
Baptized by a hail of bullets
Lord have mercy, I'm begging you
Begging, crying, screaming, trying
Pity me, because my dream is armed
the world
What a beautiful day, Jeep top down All American girl
What a beautiful way, to take the world by storm
Now I wish you would stay, but you're
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