Lyrics:
Ch'yeah
RedOne, Konvict
Gaga, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh-oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by
think all the girls is funny..
American woman! why you do it to meeeeee?
American woman! why you do it to meeeeee?
(yo biz you know you don't usually be
pace
If you want to dance with the real me
Now is the perfect time and place
You shake your head you look disgraced yeah
All of a sudden there's silence
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy
of the all-American Prophet?
The blonde-haired, blue-eyed voice of God
He didn't come from the Middle East
Like those other holy men
No, God's favorite prophet was
secret)
(All-American-'Merican-'Merican-'Merican Rejects)
Don't tell anyone, you'll be just a regret
(Just another regret) if it's okay with you
I'll keep
(Intro)
All yo American woman why yo like that I don’t understand
It’s like yo just heartless yo cold hearted
Like the Isis the mighty Isis yo no
of me
In a moment of lucidity
Driven by my feelings
I have just to take a look
Inside,my pocket,
There is,a pic of family
Wich,(that)
remember me
Six pm, Friday night
Listening to my requiems
I've been a watcher almost all my life
It's kind of boring once your time's gone by
A player
we’re changing hearts and minds
We’re on an American Ride
All part of something great that can't be denied
Now objective truth doesn’t care about your
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
trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home
Down to the banana
when I leave this room tonight
I'm gonna look and feel alright
'Cause my mama says the world's an oyster
And I'm the pearl
I'm a genuine American
the girls at? Come and do the dance
Summer 21, it's time to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when
aunt,
Y'all should re-finance,
I let them dance with the devil,
Dig their own grave and I gave them the shovel
Fuck, my daddy built that house
He's inside me
We've got the American Jesus
See Him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising His authority
We've got
trust you
Expatriated Americans feelin' so all alone
Telling themselves the same lies that they told themselves back home
Down to the banana
since
Because I never did
The things the way they said
REJECT! FORGET! ESCAPE!
REJECT! FORGET! ESCAPE!
Excitement! Inside me! Is burning deep inside my
Thirty helpless dirty cigarettes
Day and night a body in debt
All my thoughts become
Replaying years of scathe and range
Locked together inside a cage
My
He's inside me
We've got the American Jesus
See Him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising His authority
We've got
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
Welcome to the land of the free
Everybody's here, but nobody's welcome
Liberty and justice for all comes with terms and conditions
Not everyone is
so American
if she had her way
she would know what to say
to that girl that comes into her store
by herself but not alone
it's her confident charm
American if she had her way she would know what to say to that girl that comes into her store by herself but not alone it's her confident charm and the curve
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