Lyrics:
Proud to be, an American dirtbag
Crash dummy do it all for a gag
Proud to be an American dirtbag
All day, all night,
All day, all night
Right now,
long are we supposed to wait
Do we just protest without the expectation of change Freedom
Your right, my privilege
Bestowed on me by you
Freedom is
Yea
Ooh yeye
Ain't no question me I do it for the streets
Control the game okare k'dlala number 6
All that talking boi you need to take a seat
What you
to be free
And all the wrongs and mistakes that it takes
I will embrace coz I know that they make sense
They will show me what is right as a part
is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American beauty rose
With an American beauty nose
And ten American beauty toes
Eyes
is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American beauty rose
With an American beauty nose
And ten American beauty toes
Eyes
remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy
The injustice will not prevail
You hear me?
Feel me?
Felt me?
Help me!
Tell me, who do we run to when there’s no one by my side?
Tell me, where we supposed to go
of the American Dream
Put down the pen and look in my eyes
We're in the waiting room and something ain't right
All this is on you, we're over prescribed
For
All-American
I love my mama I love apple pie
I ain't no Commie I'm an All-American
Gonna live it up until I die
Voted by my classmates most likely to succeed
Tell me, can you dance or do you just like to move
Freely?
Disregarding any count or beat
It's all the same
Tell me, do you really want to be loved
Yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me
A lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me
Enemy of my self physical.....listen, let me
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learn it
Hearing my stories and seeing my cuts
They’re a bit gory but you see behind all my flaws
Its okay, I want to do this
Please let me do this
Saying
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
By any means we that
All black all black
All black all black
All black all black
down for you,
And even when you weren't for me,
Hold up, Hold up, Seems that all we do is play the blame game,
That trust is fading, feels like it's all
I'll murder the beat but it's murdering me
Setting the oven 350 degrees
Eating the dough right out of the freeze
Hand in the cookie jar caught by
American Idol how you rocked the mic
Man, we went from long text, now they shorter than a haiku
Seems like all you got is hate for me
All you ever did was
whether you're supposed to be
In a given area or not
Damn thats about like my life ‘cause I got
To do that when I go Philly
Let me see your ID
Yah yah yah
And that's six expressions more
Than all the Barrymores put together
Only six?
Instead of kicking me
I don't think they give me a lift
I think it's
a collective fantasy
Another one comes and passes by
In god we trust to do what's right
I guess he thinks those kids deserved to die
All the guns are loaded
real well
Come in
Oh, what up, yo
Ice U Rock in the house
What's up y'all?
(What's up)
Yo, I was here in the studio, you know
Reminiscin' about
to die
But taking everything that he's livin' by
And reject him from society all God's children ain't free
No reject him from society all God's
of the worship song I'm singing along
What the hell is going on
I had questions to be asked
Like what do you do with the rejects and the worst outcasts
He asked me
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