Lyrics:
but I'd rather run the regime
I'd rather run the world than live American dreams
I coulda been a star but I'd rather roll with the team
Ain't worried
They got lies so big
They don't make a noise
They tell 'em so well
Like a secret disease
That makes you go numb
With a big ol' lie
And a flag
your arms to the heat
You reach 137 then you’re
Dead, you’re below 50, feel me red
You don’t know that I make no sense
And I don’t make change
I only
wall
While American taxpayers
Take the fall
American pie
Is all for the rich
And a former first lady
Is Billy's witch
Everybody needs a job
Gig economy
It's your boy it's the man
Yung Nagasaki coming through with a plan
I'm Blowing up this track blowing up American's
Like they did in pearl harbour
747 11 come to bust
Somebody take me home I wanna live in lust
When trust is low and stakes are high
That's all I ever did in Denver was die
We Trust
He's still watching over all of us
And my America
The American dream still lives in this town
And for our children, we gotta pass it down
need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!
I won't lie, I love P-you-S-S-why, (why?)
'Cause I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the American pie
Maybe the world was made in six days
But I could ruin mine by Monday
I'll write it on the wall
If you read this it's your fault
If all I'm here
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-baptism
Got the American dream to define
Ignore our sister's bleeding as if it's benign
Or in decline
"Don't cry and straighten up that spine
There ain't
in the sky
Woke up surrounded by Redman
The chief rolled up and grabbed me by my head band
Gave me tea made of cactus and tree bark
I swam with salmon
on the kid
They don't wanna see me live it, I'ma hop up on this bitch
If I see his block, I spin it, ay
Hop in the coupe, it's rented (It's not rented), ay
She
the cream
The American Dream, I live it too freely
These bunnies badder than Bridgeton
But I don't see 'em just see a regular citizen
Thought I had a Lucy,
And if we live through the Mayan apocalypse
There'll be pie in the sky above lemonade springs
A goddamn American utopian dream
If you believe that then
lot)
Time will go and the years fly by
All through the Eighties
And we'll have another slice of American Pie
All through the Eighties
Credit card
'em, murderin' 'em just for fun (Hey)
Murderin' 'em, murderin' 'em one by one (Hey)
It's either live or die, boy, it's either live or die
Murderin' 'em,
sticky by the sto'
I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like
I feel the way you feel
But that don't mean it's up to me
To choose who lives and dies
For that you've got yourselves to blame
No, I don't wanna hear
to Africa or some other foreign nation
So I save pay stubs for that tax refund
Just to have fun
So save it
Don't waste it
We are the People
We are Americans
Of a real live girl
Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
Of a real live girl
Introduction:
Are you the victim of the school system?
Do you owe major debt?
Is this the American Dream
Or is this the American Scheme
Verse 1:
SHOULD KNOW THAT BY NOW
MAN WE REALLY DON’T WANNA HURT YOU , WE CAN WORK THIS OUT
BUT HOW DO BLACK LIVES MATTER? IF KILLIN EACH OTHER
THIS ONLY ENDS TWO
Giovanni poetical black female
Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
Fela to Miriam Makeba
The mirror says you are the next American leader
So don
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
.png/220px-American_Pie_(film_franchise_logo).png "American Pie")
Discuss these american pie live by don mclean 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