Lyrics:
ah die
Sling shot, hit birds from the sky
So when I landed in the country with eagle's eyes
I'm in the kitchen cooking American pie
That's
-lit: autopilot
Written by: Clover Nella
Track 6/8 - BURN (Clean Version)
(Beat Prod. By Mantra)
Or they OD
Oh me
Oh my
What slice of American pie
Try and fight this American pride
You'll die
Slow death
Slow burn
Like a Curry blunt have you stuck
Loosen
I want to be famous, just like the stars in the flicks
Or that radiate the airwaves
The American dream
One thing you gotta know is, I don't want
don't know why, can get by on a natural high.
My high is the strength of my nature it's a good vibration, now, feeling sensation.
CHORUS
Who was born
to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying
it's police
Or at least the ones who don't give a fuck about me
I'm anxiety filled
Truth be told I'm exhausted
Educating these crackers
Serenading these
another zit from wishing that I
Could go back in time
And fix the things that make
Me lose my appetite
That’s about American as apple pie
Questioning
a platinum plaque ambassador
'Cause I don't got one career, dawg, I mastered four
But I'm not done yet
The critical thought is the industry is run by
1st amendment, every American's birthright?
Free to speak, free to petition
Was the Constitution drafted for nonwhites?
Are we free to protest for
That American Life
by Tim Pepper
V1
I was living low on the east side,
She had settled just a couple streets higher.
Guess I figured we were having
The American pie is sliced and rotten
Intentionally illiterate
Stay at the bottom
Statistically speaking
Humanities weakening
Pointlessly decadent
don't know me honestly
I'm a heaven sent instrument so how are you gonna stop me
Being talented is my habit, even my name tapi
In full means given by god
House
And tell Oprah Winfrey I don't need no chicken
Bitch is gonna turn my lights out
On a daily basis
Piece of American Pie they cut me, I can
and trickin' on bitches and don't recoup
I got my own version of roots
Cracker ass nigga pickin' cotton and polishin' my Brooklyn Zoo boots
The new news is
to express the melanin
Ancestors of the Atayal Taiwanese residents
Then wayfinding spread through all of Oceania
Traced by maternal haplogroups
Trials and tribulations conquered by who keeps they patience
Ain't ever been keen to waiting we all have demons we're facing
Don't bring me down
Fashi yesterday
Make we gbadu life today
By God's grace tomorrow go come
Omo na God's grace tomorrow dey come
Fashi yesterday
Make we gbadu life
Niggas gone be hating
When I split the pie
Give you 3.14
When you pay for 3.5
Blazing pressure
You can tell by the red in my eyes I be high
She call me
just felt stuck in my reality
Today I'm liven better my old version would be proud of me
It's fuck you I can't trust ya I don't care get nothing out
landed I overstayed my American run
Made proud my little version and give 'em verses they critique or worship
But deeply nervous my ego turned me into
(I've been having sleepless nights but I'm fine now)
Call me bud bitch don't call me by my real name
I'm sick and tired of running round playing ya
on you
If you shed like a snake
Fuck your respect I don't want it yeah I used to want it
Fuck your respect I don't want it yeah I used to want it
Fuck your
kill you!
I'm the ugliest version of passed down toxic capitalist
Rapid emcee perversion I'm America!
Your bleeding heart liberal drivel gets
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