Lyrics:
Give me one last cigarette
Give me one last cigarette
It’s the last time before we go away
And leave it all behind like our silhouette
I’m looking
autograph)
(Wow, I love you, I have all your albums, it's Mr. Nigga, I love him)
They stay on nigga patrol on American roads
And when you travel abroad,
Part I: Mass Hysteria
Sing us the song of the century
That sings like American eulogy
The dawn of my love and conspiracy
Of forgotten hope
or diplomat
Does a homeless man pass Him by
He created all, we are all the same
He sees everything we do
No darkness can hide any hurtful desires
Any moment
TILL SHE WALKED OUT AND NOW LONELY'S ALL I KNOW
I GOT A BARTENDER FRIEND OR TWO WHO UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M GOIN' THROUGH,
AND BY THE SECOND ROUND I'M
don't stop moving
Rise up, rise up, rain, hail, sleet, snow, sunny
Rise up, rise up, let's go
We the people of American hysteria break down the barriers
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 these songs
La da da dum
La da da dum
Hey
Hey
You like a dirty ass cigarette
Killing me softly
You got no regrets
Pain in my chest but I'm
to a better king, great it's American
But that ain't impressing em
Chains got to bury them
I slay with the best of them
Pray for the rest of them
First
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna call it
All you bitches gonna die
Homicide, suicide, genocide, drive-bys
Whatever you wanna
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real
facelift
By my name of hieroglyphics you could say I'm prolific
I left something for lost ones who missed the space ship
All aboard these concepts beyond
Dropped all my problems and began to drain
As I thought I mesmerized
All the times when you were by my side
Thought I’d never see you go, but
My mind was
They ban you if they (filled with hate)
They ban you if you (try to help)
They ban you and they (wish you Hell)
American Rejects!
Okay, we both wrong
strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat
And the top strings were played
With the finger and got all the little off beats
Up in Syracuse there's
our arms - we catch them all
Lay your head on my shoulder
Count the stars in the sky
While I hold you
As I love you
Let big American aeroplanes go by
trying to buy cigarettes, she says it's her
birthday, God help her. She asks you for a pack of cigarettes. She gives you a wink and shakes her ass one
sees in her dreams
All American rejects give you hell babe give you hell
Habits
(Who oo who)
Oh habits
(Who oo who)
Habits
(Who oo who)
Yea yea
with our fists climbing higher
Vilified by liars who conspire in cipher
They don't give a shit about the will of the people
Unspeakable legal sequels
to my song and you feel so fly now
No cigarettes smoking in my room
All I want na the high Grade
Give me that high Grade high grade
No popping pills up
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
Folks, Id like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our
secret
My dirty little secret
Who has to know?
Who has to know?
by The All-American Rejects
Yeah
Yeah
With what we see on the streets
It's kind of hard to believe
That we all living the dream
I see brothers and sisters
Being engulfed by they
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