Lyrics:
invest in anything else and
That's that's left me cold
I'm still infected by whatever's left and
I don't even think you know
But I don't reject it cause
the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my
the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singin'
Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my
curls
I'm everything I hoped to be
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
That a modest little girl is looking back at me
The boys all whistle when
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
up Run it up Run it up eh eh Run it up Run it up) (Rite)
Im American Dreamin'
Been independent all my life
Still dodging a life sentence
tell them all my secrets
It's the fear of this
That keeps me running
Were we chosen? Are we rejects?
Will they understand?
The question leaves me
5, 3, 2011, let's move!
Mission 1,
Let me see you run,
Put your knees up in the sky,
'Cause we just begun, hey!
Hey!
Mission 2,
This is how we do
fifty cali's
Rockin' lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos, just me and my dino primo
Pushin' Bimm-o's, then parlay in
us free in this land of liberty. Because we are Americans, we stand beside our friends. So what you do to them, you've done to all in this land
Don't
the American dream
And these American streets listen close as they speak
The next time you think America please include me
Help the ones that are weak
All
about, a great country
All men are equal, such a proud history
Black people tell me, do you see the sights
This is your story, your ancestral rights
I
keeping me from my American Greed
With their wanton eyes, it's all part of their plan
To send their kids up here to take command
Well, we'll put 'em in
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
just wants to do-si-do
I can't stop this jig and jag
I wanna swing my little honey
To the swamp-meat rag
Community property, it's all in the family
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
takes to do this, I can't tolerate just losin'
I'm jumping over all the cracks in the sidewalk
I'm being honest, I'm not like these other rappers you
a right, yes, fi boasty
All over the world them hot and ready
England girls them, hot and ready
American girls them, hot and ready true!
Jump around and move
Come on people, freedom’s not free
We share the load, we right the wrongs
Let's come together and sing our song…
Come with me
Let freedom shine for all
never sold drugs, this is all a false image, hey
Who's the best American? Is it you?
And I say never love again, but I do
Whole planet under sieze
makes us walk with renewed confidence
We've got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here
We've got the American Jesus
Bolstering
this; To lead the minds of innocence
A single act is all it takes
To prevent you from raising the stakes
American illusion american delusion
on the corner smiling cause she feels just like I do
Now she's sitting right next to me
Everything's how it oughta be
Being young in the land of the free
American Idol
(J Busch / D. Tough) April 2007 (justrbusch@yahoo.com)
V1:
Daddy was a good man
He taught me wrong from right
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