Lyrics:
We've got the right
To walk out through the door
Why don't we drive all night
There is no rule
That says we must submit
To always be the fool
Rise
[Spoken]
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream. About me. About you.
The way our American hearts beat down in the bottom of our
that nigga?)
Last night I saw his Benz, you keep saying y'all friends
I know you (fuck that nigga)
I'm a dog, I can smell fear
Niggas sick
41 shots
And we'll take that ride
Across the bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
Cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in
of these days and it won't be long (Chef!)
Yo I'm sicker than the V12
With cracks in the Rolly jumper all we do is Drink fuckin' Drive
Real niggas raise
Mercury (Mercury)
My Mercury Sable's the best there's ever been
Got space in the trunk and a big back seat
Drive around all day and every night
Got a busted
to earn your keep,
But in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd,
But I'm loud, proud and country by
Of cardinals
Ya Resembling penny wise Yet pound foolish
Mentioning letting nines loud music
Spread in the dead of night round Luther king drive
Despite The fact
the events
Any prince with some kind of sense is all they're against
For generations, they ain't shown us that the American modus operandi
The holders,
comin' like I'm 2
Or maybe 3 or 4 or just a muthafuckin' crew
Late night see a drive-by drop Impala
The niggas took cover and the bitches all holla
If
trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home
Down to the banana
They come and do them drive-bys
That's how they killed my cousin
And in the back of my mind
This is up for discussion
Stop cappin in yo rap talkin bout
all day sewin' baseball gloves
Well he's up all night watching Punch Drunk Love
He writes fanfiction on the factory floor
Mostly concerning Fernando
speech
Free speech
Got stolen by a pack of thieves
This American crisis
Keeps me wide awake at night
You're one of us
Or one of them
If you're
words, but we all can get a sentence//
Am I anti-American because I want us to improve?
Until we as revered as the art up in the Louvre?
While you
it by givin me a test drive
I know you ready come roll with me
We can take it slow
If ya want I'll bring you up to speed (uhh)
Tell me you a rider you
I explain?
But I wanna be yours all night
There's no way to say it
I'm still craving
Your kisses make me feel alive
I don't wanna be away
It's a pain
and American and all they wanna say is
How you doing? How you doing? How you doing?
Keep it right, gangstafied, party poppin' all night
How you doing? How
trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home
Down to the banana
name like I don't know ya
I wanna drive drunk on a Sunday night
I wanna speed into the morning light
Throw my money out the window
Kiss somebody that
Dream Inn, Dream Inn
I just wanna lay there in your arms
Take a little time out to breathe
Sunlight drives all balmy and dry
Down on the boardwalk
much longer left to crawl
Bury me under these
Old American roads
I can't remember last time I was there
Carry me through these
Nights in dislocation
I
of gold
Thick and thin, you’ve always been my only one
Living this American dream
There’s no place that I’d rather be
With you by my side, girl
I’m home,
down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackal, I'm a leader of the pack
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do you know what
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