Lyrics:
bi coastal, international
They inter-catching you with satellites in deep space
Now who invented niggaz in the first place
And said America is
high i wonder why
Know peace among peeps
Cause its violence in the streets.
Motivated by the police
And that's just to say the least.
America's
Gucci
Or even when you treat the Tiffany's just like Zales
Walk in I can tell they ain't used to making no sales
So I blew like 18 that's slight work
Tiffany's
A little rough around the edges
Like college kids, dorm rooms and petty pledges
I take a walk on ledges
I'm balancing out the act...
How many
taking land with rifles
They pay you well and it’s written in the bible
And if the kids go wild – don’t sit still
You fill them up with pills, call them
ain't got a dang thing for them red caps
That man put this country in a jam don't them spread that
Don't let him spread that
Welcome to America where
America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, don't check on your watch
Not another
America First, hits as deep as the South
Words flowing free from your forefather's mouth
In the heads of some people, life is defined.
By
in
It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany
in
It's like that y'all, we gangstas
Sticking all you Bay Ridge Benzes
I'm out to get erect, terrific shit be the diamond district
Tiffany
I'm Miss America
Crying on TV
Silver clad in satin rags,
But everything's where it should be
Oh say can you see, ah say can you see.
After they
we die by the gun's kids
They tell me not to roll with my glock
So now I gotta throw away
Floating in the black Benz, trying to do a show a day
to pinch myself I can’t believe it
We made history happen and you seen it
We weren’t supposed to put that
Man in that seat
We’re supposed to be divided by
Being here in America doesn't make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you
a taste
I'm like juice to the kid
I'm chardonnay
Breakfast at tiffany's
Blue box café
Ooo baby aby baby
I just want to feel, feel
Ooo baby aby babe
I just
Reporting live from the basement
Brought to you by Raw Creation
Huh, Jersey!
I was born in Dirty Jerz I do em too filthy
Seen a lot of people
somethin' like a mill, what you gotta offer
I was in love for a few days, now I'm off her Bitch dumb, when she was a kid, they had to drop her
Bread on bread
and Euthanize every pitbull in America? Why? Do you stand by that?
One hundred percent, without a doubt, wholeheartedly and with the utmost assurance, I Promise
scary, most
Kids don't know how to use a dictionary, America's in serious trouble and you ought to beware
Young caucasian males planning and carrying out
By eyes observing this scene
I wise man said I have a dream
And I have a dream
To see be something
And live something
Try to divide us in pieces
But we
filed them questions one by one
And he knocked 'em down to the ground
While we stood there in line
He said
"I fought with your daddy, child, off the coast
you lose your tie and your shirt
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em
I been cornered by my demons like we coexist
I been tryna get it right but what life is this
Pay your bills and got work for your wife and kids
Do
, Mary, Chris, Alan, Heather, Ryan, Ben, Emma, Kyle, Sean, Tiffany, Michael, Will, Abby, Don, Rachel, James, Alicia
Run by the store
Turn on the lights
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