Lyrics:
Losing touch with the world I perceive around me
Echoes phantoms
Beings of my imagination
Touching
Feeling things not seen or felt by others
Trapped
Shit was all good just a week ago
Fiddled with that middle the best
Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo
Damn
Gotta stop it,
a bike gang it's
All cool where the balance?
Hate my black flesh
Bet you're mad that I came up
You cannot change
Rearrange my chemical make-up
a straightjacket to look at my best
I'm alone, and rarely at my best
Strip down, my jacket, my makeup, guard and disguise
No more impressing faultless eyes
Just
But you're determined to get out of this hell
You're not the only one who's ever had it hard
Somebody somewhere's feeling all your pain
Think
I'm an outcast I'm a reject
I ain't finna last I cannot let
My mind attack what I got left
So I'mma step back and take it step by step
I'm an outcast
true: that money equals power
How much do you have if I pay you by the hour
The American Dream is a veiled arms race
And if you weren't the first to get
me some more I said I've got to live
The American dream
Keep the sheep all pacified and you can get away with anything
But me and you
Wont let them
the greatest star
Who is the pip with pizazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American beauty rose
With that American
displaying the same shit that's pinned to niggas
Feel like Reverend Carter
Standing on my porch
And the white straightjacket while pissing all on your Porsche
He never wanted you
In all probability he hates you!
If we are god's unwanted children
Then so be it! Listen
Is it all as it seems
So unresolved so
around and tell me what's good, Miley
What's good, what's good?
Motherfuckers catching feelings, woah
So I smash and gotta leave 'em
All the papers tryna
Don't misunderstand me I ain't callin' you greedy
Just want me a piece of that American Dream
'Cause I've been wanting to know the feeling I can't lose
again
I'm quick to reject a bitch, then block all her messages
She saw me online, now she wanna ride the dick
I kindly decline
She sent her replies so
to your ho and I'm dressed like American Reject (uh)
I'm reppin' CC gang, ho
Cash cartel, rain coat
Yeah, cool
Nigga want a problem, yeah, cool
people are getting jailed. Covert operations never seen or heard by American senses. Funded by the dirty hands of greed... their international drug scheme.
Lyrics:
1. Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News
now he's arrested by the forces of falsity
And all their evil lies have to turn to dust!
And all those freedom feelings need to bloom now fast!
and repeat
I'ma go insane
It's just a melody and I turn it into emotion
Feeling shallow, find me at thee bottom of the ocean
Started off as a reject, reasons
to suspect it
What we had is dead now, we can't resurrect it
It's stuck in my head now, I'll never forget it
You love someone else now, I'm still by my lonely
the Devil feeling a way
By any means keep him away
Gotta sit em down teach em to pray
False idols be in the way they wanna lead you astray
Were defeating
reject favors
Self improvement needs isolation
Sink the ship cause I don't want relations
Even 'round my peers, I be feeling so alienated
Maybe anxious
know
Cool
I guess
I'm like probably anything you can
Call American
If not than I'm still
American
So than
My dream is not destroyed by
This
malnourished
In a place where social status is determined by commerce
And money is god he's thinking of turning a convert
All he has is his nap sack and his
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