Lyrics:
a second with me
Suits of black, rushing into the sea
Speak in silence and smile out loud
They don't have to be proud
Drawn by Tyche's spell
Dancing around
Hear me out now I'm gonna give it to you raw yeah
You think you're seeing clearly but you're blinded by the law
And it's justified by the bind they
I'm still waiting for he world to see
What this life is supposed to mean
You can't buy me I'm not for sale (I'm not for sale)
Money won't buy
the Percs by the bench
Bentley truck swervin', it ain't got no tint
I used to want a 'Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never
through customs, borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been buried alive
exploit the rest
We are not isolated by distance
But by greed and our racist history
Just a wall's width away
Still impossible to see across
This
knocking me out with those american thighs
takin more than her share
had me fighting for air
she told me to come but i was already there
coz the walls start
Trump's the voice of American peeps
Protecting your freedom
Save Liberty
Claimed by red
Fraudulently blue
Caged and controlled
Not me, not you
Many lies
I said, Don’t you see baby hey It’s bound to be Someone in charge like me I’m hella gon’ tease
No no no ohh (ah)
CLAPBACK, wanna do it in
logical Laws make you a better man
So sick N tired of the people lookin' at me like I'm Mexican
Or maybe an American, South American, Indian or Indian
Doin'
American of me?
There's a scarcity of free thinkers (yeah)
It's all group thoughts (sheep)
That's what they think (yeah)
That's not what you thought
Oh, yes, mummy
I will as long as you get me a teddy bear
A big, pink teddy bear and a train set
American train set then?
And a man on the moon that goes
in it when it's costing you a personal stake
God bless the American people
Nowhere to be found when they need you
A slice of American pie, I can see by
7/25/93 I was born
A Filipina American dream scorned
Defeating White Man's greed is my chore
A Mixed Race legacy and lore
7/25/93 I was born
old me I'm still not trynna boast
How can I help but not to I'm surrounded by clones
Trynna parasite the host
They ain't there for the toast
that, you know, rooftop ting, you get me
Aight bro, but call me when you get the chance bro
Alright, peace
Live it
Set my soul on fire, work my craft,
a friendly message for everybody in American
Who thought I was gon' fail
Partner, it's a year and a day and counting, you understand that?
By the time you
I know my love by his way of walking
And I know my love by his way of talking
And I know my love dressed in a suit of blue
And if my love leaves me
Loaded for the moment an American a do
I been caught up hoodie service in a garrison or two
Riding dirty as the country that was never meant for
For a day off or nothing, for a day off or nothing
So we might not be Americans by birth
But I earned this shit, American by work
You see, it's all
behind
Because the streets look particularly American tonight
I'm not concerned that much about winning this war
So please don't call me at all
Don't call
the mad dictators leaders of corruption
Can't the US use a mountain boy like me
God gave me the right to be a free American
And for that precious right
by (I get by)
Getting by (Getting by)
We get by (We get by)
Getting by
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She don't really care about me, no
There's no
(Something horrible is happening inside of me, and I don't know why)
(My nightly bloodlust has overflowed into my days)
(I feel lethal, on the verge
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