Lyrics:
you, I just wanna hold you, you making me vocal and I don’t get vocal,
You hop on express while I’m still on the local, you spent all my checks without
Yeah
Y'all might want to skip this one, this is a
Harsh truth
Very harsh truth
Look
To all the ladies wonderin' why
Drake can't rap like that
Skin and Bones
Hold me Close
Time is Moving
Watch it go...
Up at four
Out the door by five
Need to kill yourself
Just to stay alive
We work late
just wants to do-si-do
I can't stop this jig and jag
I wanna swing my little honey
To the swamp-meat rag
Community property, it's all in the family
now and fed by fear
The beast has been awakened now
They all think it's just pretend
You'll never ever sleep again
All your friends are fucking dead
your right just to make some noise
Rage
All-American rage
Raised on minimum wage
Staring death in the face
All-American rage
I sold my soul jumping down
The blue sky's an illusion
The red stains a suffusion
I'm overdosing on a flooded mind
Just know that I'm all set
To go for a drive with you by my side
And that quote piece of the American pie just ain't attainable
So how can I sustain a full life before death
Man I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn
it all up
It's a French kiss, Italian ice
Margaritas in the moonlight (whoa)
Just another American Saturday night
You know everywhere has
all up
It's a French kiss, Italian ice
Margaritas in the moonlight (whoa)
Just another American Saturday night
You know everywhere there's
have
Take a deep breath, I don't need y'all's respect
I'm a reject kid at recess playin' games with his make-believe friends
Yeah, I don't ever take
mind
I've been going through things
Heads been spinning all night
Think I'm going insane
Need a pill for the pain
I can't take it today
I'm just wonderin
We're headed straight for the Apocalypse
Y'all some donkey-lips lookin' fucks
And I ain't stoppin' instances of callin' tweakers
Methican Americans
an American Reject
We played out their records
When things were better
Now all of the love songs sound so stupid
We're too close to be far away
I know you need
to me though I love this shit
Go long days, longer nights
Talk too much, the wrong advice
All the lights, and call my life
Doctor, doctor, will you
hand
Who is un-American, un-American?
Whoa oh oh whoa oh oh
Apartment floor to the stadium
The roar of the crowd and the marching drums
All his life
this; To lead the minds of innocence
A single act is all it takes
To prevent you from raising the stakes
American illusion american delusion
To question if there's someone fillin' my space
Ain't my business tryna picture four by sixes with her in 'em
If she does things that I didn't
Wonderin' what
miss any mirror to see
Yes, I'm ready to fly to the sky
All the girls are looking at me
American Jeans, American Jeans, American Jeans
San Francisco
the night
They're so so bright
A view I watch forever
While I wish you were by my side
Look at all the stars
I'm wonderin where you are
Look at all the stars
mean
I've taken time to to reflect a life of the old ways when I learned to fight
When it was all good to be all wrong, when you fucked up you just made
That once upon a time kind of love
Until you do just keep on searchin' for love
A good man stands by his word
Has nothing to prove not to his boys
He'll
by asking another question. But the Israelis were vey curious about the Gulf War and what Americans had thought about it, and I tried to think
your weight in gol
I am rejected as you see
I am just waiting to be free
Rejects will all think differently
I am a reject till I am rejecting me
Softer
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