Lyrics:
He's inside me
We've got the American Jesus
See Him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising His authority
We've got
me a piece of that American pie
I'm trying to get my piece of the pie
Open my eyes
Wake up everyday and I grind
I'm trying
To come up not just get by
But check history, never successful in stopping me
American, racist and wicked and they been scandaling
And arrogant, took over some land, couldn't even
The bottom floor of a cold building
Promised a career and a diamond ring
Glass ceiling above, nothing under her feet
"Honey, just give me a smile
miss any mirror to see
Yes, I'm ready to fly to the sky
All the girls are looking at me
American Jeans, American Jeans, American Jeans
San Francisco
Skin and Bones
Hold me Close
Time is Moving
Watch it go...
Up at four
Out the door by five
Need to kill yourself
Just to stay alive
We work late
Can, and by coincidence we love
The elected until the detected of being human
American falls, minorities lose war
But if we unite we would have won
Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha want to do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)
[Verse 1]
Baby tell me is it cool to touch me before we
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
it up, windows fogging up
We were living it up, up, up in that American love
I parked the Chevy by the levy on a Friday night
We were naming all
(Carlene Carter)
To have and hold suburban life
Forever live as man and wife
Welcomed by the neighborhood
The neighbors here are really good
They
The American Dream
Just ain't what it seems
To a nigga like you
To a nigga like me
1, 2
The American Dream
Just ain't what it seems
To a nigga like
when I leave this room tonight
I'm gonna look and feel alright
'Cause my mama says the world's an oyster
And I'm the pearl
I'm a genuine American
on me ah ah
So what the hell is stopping me? Yeah
What's fucking stopping me?
Just know that I'm all set
To go for a drive with you by my side
Oh I need
noblest
Playing threes, kiss me, sick of the street
All American neighborhood
All American neighborhood
Drug dealer pharmacist
Have 'em all
Hand
inside me (he is our champion!) Yeah!
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate (we've got the American Jesus)
We've got the American Jesus
Chorus:
I've got a big american problem
Somethin' that I cannot solve by myself
I've got a big american problem
Somethin' that I need some help from
Looking on the English gals
Singing American soul
You came from Northern Street
But you bleached your teeth
When you were voted best south by southwest
with your cash
Mobbing I mash out, you ass out
Left you shot up in your seven-trey glasshouse
Because you don't know me like you think you do, I'm
Tell me that I'm free
How you control me
Show some decency
You plead for mercy
Your record's unclean you're a stain on the country
Step down
American
Buy, buy, buy...
We'll stay up all night with the radio on
Sleep all day, keep your clothes still on
Whatever you do, be sure you by
[Yukmouth]
Welcome
Little boys and girls, listen
A man can get caught up in things (Right)
It's like a gridlock (Right)
He gots ta have it (ugh
The Oak Ridge Boys – The American Dream
(Written By Keith Stegall & Gary Harrison)
Well they moved away from the
Farms they did not own
To live
Come on people take me by my hand
A house divided cannot stand
Let freedom ring from sea to sea
Don't even matter-your race or creed
From Blue Ridge
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