Lyrics:
Love Me With All Your Heart
Roger Send The Limo Round
I’m A Bloody Super Star
I Wanna Be Famous
I Wanna Be Rich
I’m Grabbing The American Dream
I
turf sister wives
Cut them like familial ties
Princess of tides rocking
Thigh highs and trans pride
I got a criminal mind
Got you incels fuckin
American
you wanna know what's goin' on in this little town,
All you gotta do is read the
Signs.
Post 211 American Legion
That flag's at half-mast.
Pfc Jeffrey
Let's get it
What a time to be alive better cherish it
Money on my mind don't believe me ask my therapist
Jersey born like football I'm all American
Tell
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
'm haunted by dementors
And they took my soul cold I've lost it with all these stressors
I'm addicted to my pain It's masochism
It's all I've ever known grown
demo's all flow
When cursin' was a no-no, you dodo
Give it up 'cause I'm hot wit' a warm hate
I won't stop, pop, til that head is screwed on straight
I
As American culture is secularizing
We have an opportunity for this to
Become much easier for us
The church is being disestablished from
The rest
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
of ass
I don't know what they broadcast
The news hash is fake
Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape
And if y'all niggas feelin' like me
Y'all
wanna be alone but I'm by myself
I'm going through some pain that no one ever felt
Escaping all my agony welcome to my realm
Binging off the drugs yuh I
recognize all my thoughts
That realize I'm of awe a long history
Historic files a mystery
The truth shall be told the time is now
They cover up cover-ups
You dont know my journey there's a lot of hurt in that story
Bro in the field trenches turned him All American
They don't know how I made it like
the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky,
(need)
Spit tre drop, nigga cocoa leaves (leaves)
A-Town pimp, tell me what you know about it
Wanna talk white, I'll tell ya what I know about it (ha
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
Popping bottles all night repping the bars all day now
I've seen my bro got bore kids by the same hands he shot guns with
The street lessons the big win is
gotta come through with a damn purpose
Bought that rat a bag, that's proof of purchase. I ain't trippin' at all, she earned it
I was the reject, now I
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
number, it's still on speed dial
I just wanna reach out and tell you I miss you
If you get all freaked out, I'll have to dismiss you
I hate that I love you,
the seven-figure cream
Yo, I got guns from Italy, smoke trees considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems is where all my niggas be
The ghetto misery, shootouts
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
guess they're all trapped by fear but I stand by Christ
I know that death is defeated so ima live this life
You can spit on me reject me and you can mock
I kept this beat 100 bpm
Like maybe y'all feel me then
Cause only surface level shit stays on peoples mind
But I don't really care
I just wanna be
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