Lyrics:
Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend
Don't stress that cause it's not in your
Call us terrorists
But we know that the problem is you
We don't want your American pie, cuz you bitches don't use seasonings!
When you fall asleep
Call us terrorists
But we know that the problem is you
We don't want your american pie, cuz you bitches don't use seasonings!
When you fall asleep
not to dream when you invested half your life
Tension so thick that you can cut it with a knife
It's American pie and I need a big slice
Look, you
and tattoos
You can look, but don't touch, we bad news
American Me, elegancy, treasury
With the hopes to be rich before they bury me
Born a Baptist,
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
on the low
(Can't have it)
Too bad that I'm high (I'm high)
All I wanted was a American Dream
(Like a rabbit)
Had to buy an Apple Pie
(Yeah)
I told 'em don
children are my friends
We ate that American pie (pi)
These numbers will not end
I pay all my taxes, cant tell you what it meant to me
Take Capital
you
We got that chronic chronic, we got that wateva u do
Put ya hands in the sky, stick up, pick up piece of American pie
Wat kind of car do ya
blast me for
I can't die for American Pie
Hypnotized 'cause somebody combined thighs and lies, but it's
No surprise, your pipe will rise
Don
Everyone’s sick around me and I’m starting to get a cold
I don’t know why people want to hang out when they’re sick, it’s very American
No one wants
helluva guy
Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie
I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons
Powder is the rhyme, boggled is the mind
When I spit y'all
She let me knock her friends down, I went bowlin' (ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy)
I'm tryna eat that American pie (That pie)
She's my type and I know
Re-Ron, you know
We don't need no Re-Ron
We've seen all the Re-Rons before
It's beyond reel-to reel and
Shogun to RayGun
And no-one has been psyched by
Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba
The mirror says you are the next American leader
So don
a slice of the American pie
It's the life in the heights it's a sight
For sore eyes to see the young brown foo rise
It's the life it's the life uh yo
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
When I'm talkin' 'bout the water
I really mean my element
I ain't from the streets
Just the daughter of no celibacy
That don't mean I ain't seen some
think I'm gonna die for a minute
You can look into my casket just to see who's in it
All I can ever be
Is a thinly-veiled version of me
I don't believe
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the American pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
freedom don't divide by ten
This is what it means to be American
Like, Watch I'll aim low, and try even less
So no matter what I do, it's considered
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