Lyrics:
don’t wanna sleep yet
She bringing to life what I’m dreamin
She dress it up real for the evening
I’m her American reject
She tell me she my dirty secret
like car way dem leave
Abandoned
So why you neglect me reject
Me ina tam e dog don't give me A role call
I call you for phone you busy
My call e che nam
and all the niggas you claim to
Came were trained by the weak
Double up ya power
Gotta compile it to fuck with me (Ah)
Made it clear like a squeegee
the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people...who think that you
your life,
Without the pain you can't tell if it's real
It's a hell of a deal
This is what I feel
[/chorous]
all throughout my heart and my soul
Affect
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you
Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish
in heaven or hell
But I know that there's life after death
All I really want to do
Is be a thinly-veiled version of you
don't even know how to play that
American Rejects
Bitch you better play that
Hell I need a rain check
What the fucks a Maybach
Not too good with cars
I
Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin'
Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just
them
So I'm going to give it to y'all in singles in the same order
I want you to hear it in from the album
But you guys are going to hear it and it's
Rhymes]
Before I sing another song (ha)
Nigga owe me money I take away your belonging (ha)
No prolonging (hoo)
Till you give me my money you see me every
now
He would never ride with Ja
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches
to explain it to someone who is desperately begging you to give them one, but you know it.
Or maybe you’re on the other side of the spectrum and you think
all to the beast
He is the reason my self-esteem increased
He really, honestly, helped me
In terms of feeling quite happy
I think at this point you
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
Hallelujah, Glory
All the honor and the praise goes to you Lord
V!nny
860
We ain't following nobody but our dreams
Nobody but Christ the giver
and wrong
And share with me: do you owe that kid a song?
Or were you killed by the age-fifteen version
And the guilt that made age sixteen worse
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
with this shit for half a year)
Didn't break a bone?
U fucking soft
Leave a home and throw a rock
Scar on my head
Don't give a fuck
(Living well, no
Paperman Hereafter gardening's all he'll do I didn't know, I swear to you / Pullman Doan' hoross yourself, it's okay mister De Chief of Immigration-she's
swallow some tide pods
I don’t like y’all
I’m bold as hell
I give you hell
Like American rejects
I’m up next
Don’t hate
Just be upset
That’s yo fate
Might
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Discuss these gives you hell album version by the all american rejects Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In